Chapter 3
Awkward doesn't begin to describe it
My head is pounding as though I've drunk an entire bottle of tequila and washed it down with whiskey. I'm not sure what's worse, the headache or the memories.
I groan as I think back to my unexpected dance with Kane and the dirty minx I was on the dance floor. I would have fucked him despite all the people surrounding us. I'm almost thankful he hates me right now. I wish I could hate the damn liar who tricked me into falling in love for his own twisted purpose.
Then I think of Gage, and I get a little sick. Not only was I some wretched fool throwing myself at my killer ex, I'm also the slut who touched two men in one night. Oh damn. Gage... his tongue... my body... oh no.
If he hadn't stopped me, I would have fucked him without hesitation. Stupid Fey bullshit. I hate our world right now. From this moment on, I'll do my best to stay away from a succubus and an incubus, especially when they're together.
With heavy reluctance, I open my eyes to feel Gage's bed beneath me, my dress still on, and my panties still absent. What a night.
I glance out the window to see straight through Kane's bedroom. I get sick when I see him standing shirtless in his room, talking on his phone, completely unaware the girl he hates is living just next door.
He's laughing, acting as though he's completely past us. I suppose that's easy to do when he just fell in love with me enough to break a damn bond.
I slip off of Gage's bed, all the more thankful this isn't my room. With light steps, I make my way out, but a shrill pitch escapes my lips when I see Thad sitting at the bar in the kitchen.
He's smiling as he shovels another bite of cereal in his mouth.
"Good morning. How's the walk of shame feel?" he teases.
My face floods red, and I frown as I think of how incredibly misleading this must look. Though we did do... a little bit of stuff, we never actually went all the way. Damn, that sounds so ridiculous. This is still a walk of shame because I'm a slut.
"Why does it feel like I've got the hangover from hell when I only had one drink?" I ask to shift the conversation.
He smiles bigger as he takes another bite. His devious grin isn't lost on me. I can tell he's savoring every second of my discomfort.
"Because it is the hangover from hell. As a mortal, if you're subjected to the seductive release by the two lovely creatures who owned that home, you will wake up with one hellacious headache. That is, if you don't get sated. Obviously, the little dark bugger didn't come through last night."
He sort of came through, though I was far from sated. This sucks.
"Where is he?" I ask, my whole body shifting from side to side uncomfortably.
Thad grins bigger, his eyes sizing me up.
"He's taking a dip in the lake. It's his fifth one since the two of you got back."
That's odd. "Isn't it a little too cold to be swimming this time of year?"
Thad's laughter could deafen a town right now. He coughs on his mouthful of cereal and pounds his chest lightly as he tries to catch his breath. I'm a little confused by his seemingly odd outburst.
"He said the shower wouldn't get cold enough," he coughs out before roaring out his laughter once more.
Oh damn. Humiliation is just flowing in right now.
"Ah. On that note, I think I should go get a shower of my own. I suddenly feel even dirtier than I did when I woke up."
His cackles reach a near feminine pitch as he struggles to catch his breath. Just as I turn to leave, Gage materializes in the room with his back to me while drying off his hair.
I stare at the perfect contours of his golden skin. His navy blue trunks hang low enough to reveal just enough to make my mouth water. His tattoos are just as sexy as they were before, though they shouldn't be.
Shit.
He turns to see me, and he bites back a shy grin as he drops the towel over a shoulder.
"Glad to see you're awake. How's the head?"
