“Waylon, do you love me?” I stare down into her bright green eyes.
Do I?
Oh. Shit!
“Waylon,” when I don’t say anything else, she stretches that goddess body up against me. “Waylon, I need to tell you something I’ve never said to anyone before…,”
I brace myself.
“Will you fuck me?”
What!
The!
Hell!
Chapter Eighteen
Oakley
Iwake up naked and much the same way I did that first day I wound up in his bed. But this time, I know where I’m at and who I’m probably going to see when I pull myself out of bed. Damn it! I did it again. Made an ass of myself and probably embarrassed the fuck out of everyone who knows me.
The door flies open, and Waylon comes in with a tray looking better than any human has a right to. I moan again and cover my face with both my hands.
“Good morning.”
“I’m sorry.” It’s out of my mouth before I can even think things through. “Again. I promise this time I will never drink again.”
He chuckles and sets the tray down beside me. It’s got orange juice, pieces of toast, and painkillers spread out for me.
“No worries.”
“No. You…this is so sweet, and I keep forcing you to take care of me.” I take the pills he gives me and wash them down with the orange juice. “Terry’s going to get tired of plucking me out of the shower all wet, too.”
“Terry didn’t come home with us last night, sweetheart.”
“What?” My brain screeches to a halt at what he just said.
“She didn’t come with us last night.”
“Did I…? Did I wash myself?”
“Some.”
Some? That’s…disconcerting.
“I did your hair for you.”
Oh. I guess that’s alright as long as…Images come back to me of both of us in the shower. Together.
“Oh God! Did we…?” No. We couldn’t have. I would know.
“Did we…?”
Images of him tucking me into the bed come back to me like whisps of smoke. I fight back tears as I look up at him. He takes the tray from beside me and pulls me and the sheet over his lap. He takes my face in between his hands and smiles at me.
“Did we have sex?” I nod, too scared to say anything else. “No. I kept my pants on the entire time. You wanted to get the scent of stale beer off you and asked for my help.”
