Addicted to You(66)

Chapter 20


The pounding was coming from my head, despite the dream I’d been having. But as I came to and fully awakened, I realized I wasn’t being jostled in a car. Nope. Just my brain rattling in my head.

I slowly rolled over to check the time but my clock was gone. Hell, my whole nightstand was missing.

And then things began clicking into place. The room was dark but it was as familiar as my own. From the thick comforter, to the window on my right, to the door on my left, I knew this room because it was Colby’s.

He must have felt me shifting because he stretched out and mumbled, “You feeling okay?”

“Not really.” I stayed still, not wanting to anger the hangover gods. “I have a headache.”

“I’ll get you some ibuprofen.” He sat up, stretched again, then stood.

“I should probably just get home.”

He paused mid-step and looked at me. “It’s like four in the morning.”

“Oh. Um, I’m sorry I got so drunk.”

He laughed. “I didn’t mind. Be right back.”

What had Landon put in those things? Ugh. The thought of alcohol made me cringe. I’d wanted to have a good time but never—Oh my god. Colby had gone down on me. My face warmed and I patted my dress to be sure I had underwear on. How in the world was that not the first thing I remembered? And since it wasn’t, why did I have to remember at all?

I covered my face with my hands as if they’d shield me from embarrassment. Though I don’t know why I was embarrassed. We’d had sex. It wasn’t like that was a huge leap for us. But the fact I’d been wasted and who knew what else I’d said or done in the heat of the moment was the part weighing heavily on me.

Granted, he seemed fine. He didn’t sleep on the couch. Or give me any strange looks this morning.

“Here you go. Brought you three. Wasn’t sure if we were talking my head hurts or put me out of my misery.”

“Misery.” I said. Though it had more to do with just the headache at this point.

“Well, take these, drink a little water, and go back to sleep. You’ll feel much better if you sleep it off.”

I thanked him then swallowed all three pills with a sip of water.

Colby climbed back into bed. “Need anything else?”

“I’m good.”

With the way my head felt, I didn’t even care to attempt going home, but I doubted I could sleep either. I set the glass down and lay next to Colby.

“Oh shit. Grandma.”

“Took care of it last night. I called her from your phone.”

“Did you tell her I was drunk?”

“No, I told her what you asked me to.”

“I asked you?”

“Man, you really were wasted.” He laughed. “Right before you fell asleep you asked me to tell her you’d had too much to drink and decided to stay the night here.”

“What did she say?”

“That you were so responsible and she loved you.” He finished his sentence with a yawn.

“Oh, well, thanks.”

“No problem.” He yawned again.

I flipped onto my side and stared at the wall, knowing there was no way I’d be able to fall back asleep.

But then something unexpected happened. Colby rolled over and snuggled right into me. And it felt pretty perfect. He always managed to make me feel safe and secure. My breathing slowed and after a while my headache dulled, and it wasn’t long before my eyelids became heavy.

When I woke back up, the bed was empty and the room was bright.

I looked around for any sign of Colby but he wasn’t there. My head seemed much better but my mouth was dry. Cautiously, I sat up and was happy to discover I felt a million times better. Not perfect. But not dead either. I took a few sips of water, realized I could stomach them just fine then finished the cup off. I made my way from Colby’s room to the bathroom with plans to make myself presentable. But thanks to his extreme thoughtfulness there was a towel, an unopened toothbrush, and one of his T-shirts and a pair of sweatpants.

Half an hour later, after a shower and in clean clothes, I felt like a new person. The pants were huge but after pulling the drawstring tight and rolling them up, it wasn’t too bad. I followed the sounds coming from the kitchen, but to my surprise found Landon, not Colby.

“Hey.” He grinned as I approached.

“Hey yourself.” I smiled back, then nodded toward the clean kitchen. “How long did that take?”

“It wasn’t too bad. Nothing like the last time. Colby helped, and now he’s off getting breakfast.”

“Aw, that’s so nice.”

“And he’s getting Lucy’s croissants. Your favorite.”