She opens her eyes and stares up at me. "Promise me you won't be mad."
I smile at her this time and repeat, "I promise I won't be mad."
She reaches out for my hand and holds on to it with a death grip. "I saw you in the shower." At first, I don't understand what she's saying, but then it all clicks. She starts to ramble on. "I forgot my phone and had to come back in for it. That's when I heard you and I saw you in the shower." Speechless, all I can do is stare at her. I recall saying her name when I came. Did she hear that? I want to know, but I don't dare ask.
She leans up on her elbows, clenches her eyes shut, and then opens them again. "I drank too much."
I laugh and brush a piece of hair off her face. "Probably a little too much."
"Will you kiss me?"
She blurts it out and then stares up at me with hope shining in her eyes. Speechless, I stare back at her. I want to kiss her. Damn, I want to kiss her badly, but I know it wouldn't be right, not with her drinking.
I'm about to explain to her exactly that when she lies back down on the bed and shakes her head. "Forget it. I know you don't think of me that way. I was just hoping..."
Her voice trails off, and she looks so sad. I can't resist her. I lean forward and put a hand on the bed on each side of her head. Her eyes pop open, and she stares up at me as she licks her lips. "Just a kiss," I tell her.
She nods, her eyes wide. "Just one kiss."
I lean down slowly, and as soon as my lips press against hers, it's like every prayer I've ever made is finally being answered.
There's a calmness that overcomes me, and at the same time, it's like there's electricity jolting through my body. Both of her hands go to the back of my neck. I want to touch her, but I don't dare, so I keep them both firmly planted to the bed. I know I need to stop this before it goes any further, but she is way too tempting. She groans, and I take full advantage, pushing my tongue in her mouth and tasting her sweetness. All of it is way too much, and I grunt and pull away from her, panting.
"Go to sleep, Haven. We're going to have that talk tomorrow." She's already lying back with her eyes closed. I walk to her bedroom door and lean against it, watching her. I know I'm doing the right thing, but damn, it's hard.
Chapter 11
Haven
I groan as I lift my head off the pillow. I try to open my eyes. I barely peek through my lashes, and when the brightness of the room hits me, I clench my eyes shut again. Damn, that hurts.
Awake now, I let images of last night start to play through my head, being at the bar, drinking shot after shot of whiskey, sitting on Parker's lap, and him bringing me home.
In an instant, I sit up, mouth wide open as I remember. I put my head in my hand. Oh my God. I told him I watched him masturbate. I let my head fall back and stare up at the ceiling. I told him I loved him. I start to panic as I look around the room for any remnants of him still being here. At least I didn't throw myself at him.
And then I remember... the kiss.
I practically begged him to kiss me. "Fuck," I mutter. I throw the covers off of me and sit up on the side of the bed. The room starts to spin, and I sit here trying to figure out my next move. There's a glass of water and two aspirin sitting on my nightstand, and I can't help but think Parker's still taking care of me.
I take the two pills and gulp down the water. And that's when I hear my phone ding. "Ignore it," I tell myself.
And then it dings again. Damn it. I stand up and find it on top of my dresser. I look at myself in the vanity mirror in nothing but my panties and Parker's Army sweatshirt.
I grab my phone and look at it, seeing Parker's name. I hold my breath as I open the message. "We need to talk."
I clench my eyes shut and shake my head. I'm not ready to deal with this yet. The next text says, "Take the water and Tylenol. Shower and meet me in the living room."
I freeze after reading that. He's still here. I almost drop my phone when I realize that he is in the very next room.