Forever Mine (Roommate Duet 0.5)(14)

“Nothing to be sorry for, Sav. I don’t mind taking care of you,” I reassure her, smiling at the way her face leans into my touch.

“No,” she says on a half-moan. “I’m sorry for breaking up with you.”

My chest tightens. “We don’t have to talk about that right now.”

“I lied,” she continues.

My head snaps up as I watch for an expression. Her eyes are still closed as she quietly moans.

“I lied when I broke up with you.”

Too curious to shut this conversation down, though I honestly should, I keep her talking.

“What’d you lie about, Savannah?”

“Mm…” The corner of her lips curl up slightly when my finger grazes her bottom lip.

“Sav?”

“It was all a lie,” are her last words before she finally passes out.





Chapter Five





Savannah





Either someone is pounding nails inside my head or I drank way too fucking much. Considering I feel like shit, my guess is the latter.

My body feels weighed down as if I ran a marathon. So damn sore and achy. Why the hell did I drink so much last night?

Oh, right.

Not only did I see my high school sweetheart for the first time in a decade, but he was also with my worst enemy.

Fuck my life.

As I twist and stretch in bed, I’m regretting that last drink. Rather, last five drinks. Donny can be such a bad influence sometimes or an enabler, maybe a bit of both.

Looking down, I realize I’m only in my bra and panties and try to remember when I took off my dress. After stumbling my way out of the ballroom, my mind goes a little fuzzy.

It’s not until I hear the sound of the faucet squeak and water shut off that I realize the shower was running. Donny has some explaining to do. Probably brought that bartender back to his room last night, and now he’s trying to hide—again.

Blinking, I try to clear my mind, and suddenly, the bathroom door opens as memories of kissing Hayden surface. Oh my God.

Please let that kiss all be a dream. Otherwise, I made a complete fool of myself, and I’m not sure I’ll ever recover from that.

“You’re awake.”

My eyes widen as I recognize that voice. It sends shivers right between my legs.

Definitely not Donny’s.

If we kissed last night, and I’m only in my underwear and he’s still here, does that mean we… No. Right?

My thoughts linger as I finally look over and see Hayden standing in the bathroom doorway. In a low as fuck towel, dripping wet. My gaze follows the water drops dripping from his hair all the way down his chest and abs. I swallow when I see his happy trail from his belly button to where it disappears below his towel.

When he clears his throat, I realize I was gawking.

“If I’m actually awake and not dreaming, then I’m wondering what you’re doing here…” I manage to finally speak.

He raises his brows when my tight grip on the sheet releases and exposes my bra. Shit.

I’m a fucking mess. I quickly pull it back up and squeeze my eyes shut.

“You feeling okay?”

I open my eyes and suck in a breath. He steps forward with a hand out and presses his palm against my cheek. “You’re flushed.”

No shit.

I swallow, looking up at him. “I think I drank a bit too much last night,” I admit.

Hayden’s arm drops as he chuckles, and I immediately miss his touch. “You could say that.”

Looking down, I wonder if he took off my dress or if I did.

“So if you’re still here and I’m half naked and you’re all the way naked…” I ramble, frustrated that I can’t get the damn words out. “Does that mean we…uh, you know. Slept together?”

“Well actually, I slept on the couch.” He points at the sofa that’s clearly too small for him.

“You had sex with me and then slept on the couch?” I blurt out. I probably half-ass kicked him out in my drunken stupor. Or did something else pathetic. “Shit. Never mind. I’m so sorry.”

“For what?” he asks, narrowing his eyes.

“I don’t know. I can’t really remember.” I chew on my lower lip and need this to just be over. “Well, I remember the kiss. But anything after that is kinda fuzzy,” I shamefully admit, not making eye contact, and burying my face in my palms.

Feeling the bed dip, I look up and see Hayden sitting in front of me with an amused look on his too perfect face.

“Sav, we didn’t have sex last night, but we shared one hell of an amazing kiss. That’s it, though. We kissed, you threw up, I put you to bed. I slept on the couch so I could keep an eye on you in case you got sick again. That’s all. Then when I woke up, I took a shower.”

“Oh my God.” I drop my head into my hands. I puked last night with him in here. I hate myself right now. Hayden sees me for the first time in ten years, and this is what I do? Fuuuuck.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, Sav. Your puking was very ladylike. Almost no chunks.”

I burst out laughing and meet his eyes. He was always good at taking me by surprise. Doesn’t stop the flood of embarrassment, though.

“Well, for whatever it’s worth, thank you. I’m sure taking care of me was the last thing on your agenda, considering you had a date and all,” I say, immediately regretting that last part. I need to stop talking.