Page 97 of The Plus One Professional
“How long have I been asleep?”
“About five hours.”
“Have you been sitting here all night?” she asked.
“Yes.”
Her head tilted to the side toward the flat screen on her console, where Sports Center was on. “Watching TV?”
“No.” Her hair slid through my fingers as she turned her head back to me. When our eyes met, I rasped, “I’ve been watching you.”
I worried for a second that she might think that behavior was creepy, but when I saw the blush rise on her cheeks and her breathing hitch, I knew that she hadn’t.
She stared up at me and as her breathing grew shallow. “Sorry, I passed out.”
“Don’t apologize.” I continued raking my fingertips over her scalp.
“Did you…why did you come over last night?”
“I just…I missed you. Seeing you yesterday, not being able to kiss you, to touch you, it was torture. I needed to see you.”
Her face scrunched in the adorable way it did when she was thinking about something. “Did I…sing to you?”
“You don’t remember?”
“The last thing I remember is eating a grilled cheese sandwich.”
“You rallied after you ate it.”
“I did?” She pulled her legs up so her knees were next to my hand, which was draped over the back of the couch, and her feet were flat on the cushion.
I nodded. “You did.”
“How did I end up singing?”
“I asked you about Simon, and you told me that you and Simon were never, ever, ever getting back together. Then you had Alexa play the Taylor Swift song, and you put on a concert.” I moved my hand so my fingers grazed her knee. As I began to rub my thumb on her bare skin, she took in a sharp breath. “Are you back together with him?”
She’d told me that she wasn’t, but that was drunk Bailey. I needed to hear it from sober Bailey.
“No, I’m not. Are you back together with Lindsay?”
“Lindsay? Last night, you thought I was with Charli.”
She licked her lips as she stared up at me. “I went to your house the morning after you dropped me off, and Simon was here. I saw you and Lindsay. You kissed.”
Fuck.I’d thought I’d felt her that morning, and she had been there. “She showed up Sunday night at my house. She was drunk.”
A sheepish grin pulled on Bailey’s lips. “It seems like there’s a lot of that going around.”
I smiled down at her. “We talked, but we’re not getting back together.”
“What about the kiss?”
That was the second time she’d brought up the kiss. I had to admit that I liked the fact that she clearly didn’t like seeing another woman kissing me.
“She kissed me. It was a goodbye kiss.”
“A goodbye kiss,” she repeated. “Have you seen or talked to her since?”
