Fuck.
“Morning.” She greeted me with a smile.
Mentally, I cursed myself. What the fuck had I done? “Morning.” My voice was hoarse. “You spent the night?”
“Yes, silly.” She kissed my bare chest. “You couldn't keep your hands off me. At one point I thought I’d have to pull over since you kept trying to take my clothes off in the car.” She giggled. I swallowed back and prayed my nausea would subside. “I must say, Nate, even when we were together you never made love to me like that.” Her stare lingered on mine. “It was as though you couldn't get enough.”
It wasn't that I couldn't get enough of her. It was that I was trying to forget her best friend.
“I'm sorry. I tried to pull free from her. “I shouldn't have.”
“There's no need to apologize.” She shook her head. “I'm not asking for you to come back to me, Nathaniel. It was a fun night. If you want to have some more fun, call me later.” She kicked the covers off her naked body and strolled across the room to where her clothes had been left on the floor. She slid her skirt up her legs and pulled her shirt over her head.
Delaney walked back to my bed and kissed me on the cheek. “If you find my thong, keep it. I think you tore it to pieces anyway.” She turned on her heel and walked out of the room.
I had royally fucked everything up. But it was all Brielle’s fault, and I’d make sure she got a piece of my mind.
A few hours later, I was somewhat sober. A faint headache lingered but it was tolerable as I hopped in the car, determined to track Brielle down.
It didn't take me long to spot her car outside the library. I stormed through the entire building, looking in every corner for her, but it wasn't until Terry informed me she was in the common hall studying that I found her. She sat on an oversized couch, her headphones plugged in her ears as she typed on the keypad of her laptop. I dropped into the chair across from her and kicked my leg up on the small wooden table.
Our gazes met and her lips puckered with disgust. Funny thing was, I felt the exact same way. Last time I saw her lips they were pressed against my brother.
When neither of us spoke, she resumed her attention on her screen.
“Don't you think you owe me an explanation?” I asked.
A sly grin appeared on her face and I knew she had heard my question. She pulled the headphones from her ears and cocked her head to the side “I owe you an explanation?”
“Yes, I believe so, especially since the last time I saw you, you were fucking my brother.” The words slid out of my mouth like venom.
“Correction.” She lifted a finger at me. “Last time you saw me, I was kissing your brother. I didn't fuck him, but you fucked my best friend.” Shocked, my words failed me. “Oh, did you think I didn't know?” Her voice was sweet but laced with sarcasm. “I spent an entire day worried about you, only to have my best friend come home and inform me that during your Easter bash she spent the night in your bed.” She cracked her knuckles and her nostrils flared with anger. “You didn't even have the courtesy to return a single phone call or text message to tell me you were no longer interested in me. Instead, you simply traded me for a different version.”
I chuckled and shook my head. “I didn't fuck Delaney at the Easter bash. I didn't return your phone call because I was locked in my room, so sick that Stu had to go to the clinic and pick me up a Z-Pak. That's why I didn't return your calls. And because I dropped my phone in the sink.”
“That’s a good excuse. You couldn’t ask Stu to pick up a new phone for you?”
“I didn’t call you for what? Thirty-six hours? You didn’t hear from me for a day and a half, and that was enough for you to doubt me completely? You automatically think I’m making excuses? I was sick!” My voice grew with anger.
“You fucked her! She came home and told me everything!” People were beginning to stare in our direction.
“I didn't fuck Delaney at that party. “My head shook and anger swooshed between my ears. “I was fucking sick as a dog, Brielle. But I fucked her last night after I saw you with my brother.”
She paused for a second, her eyes scanning mine as the words registered in her head. “What?”
“If you would’ve given me the benefit of the doubt and answered me when I called you back, when I emailed you, when I showed up at my brother’s house, this could've all been avoided.”
“Bastard.” Her words were like venom. “You're telling me it's my fault that you tripped and fell inside her pussy?”
“No.” I shook my head. “It's your fault that you broke my heart the second you got on top of his dick.”