of an idea that was. Apparently, I could be very impulsive when I get pissed off.
I reached over and smacked my alarm clock; silencing at least one of the obnoxious sounds. Rolling over, I accidently ended up smacking Corey’s chest. The next mistake was when he moved his arm to cover me, pulling me into his warm chiseled body. What I really needed to do was get up and shower—not lie in bed any longer. Today would be long enough with that massive hangover, without adding a late start on top of it. But it just felt oh so good to snuggle into his body, letting his arms hold me tight. Corey’s mouth woke up before his eyes opened. His lips slowly planted kisses along the length of my jaw and neck.
The tingling heat quickly spread to every part of me; including my very sore brain. “My head hurts.” I whined into his mouth. His blue eyes fluttered open; he held his weight above me, staring down into my face.
“What all did you have to drink last night?”
“A shit ton of white wine at the restaurant, and then even more tequila when I got home.” Corey’s jaw tightened under his skin; his fingers stopped stroking the hair from my face.
“Well, that would do it then. Get up; I’ll start a shower for you.” Corey moved from the bed, emptiness settled into my heart, but my head was in far too much pain to question the reason.
“You’re not going to join me in there?” The question came out before I could stop it. Corey’s face flinched at my words, then softened into what looked to be pain—followed by his eyes hardening as he turned back to face me.
“Not today.” The stern tone took me by surprise, but not as much as the way the rejection felt in the pit of my stomach.
“Corey,” I called out to him before I could stop. When he turned to look at me, he waited for a response. Those usually beautiful and comforting blue eyes looked colder than I had ever before seen. “I’m sorry you had to deal with me as a blubbering mess last night.”
Corey sighed; I couldn’t help but notice his reluctance to meet my eyes straight on. “You never have to apologize for being a drunk and sad to me. It’s that kind of thing I want to be here for.”
“But you don’t have to.” The words caught in my throat for an inexplicable reason. His eyes cast a glance to the floor in front of him.
“I don’t really have a choice anymore.” I opened my mouth to respond but he cut me off.
“You need to shower so you’re not late for work. I’ll make some breakfast.” With that he left the bedroom—and me—stretched out across the bed. Something was definitely wrong. Not only did he stop what could have been, a heated session in bed, but he also turned down taking a shower with me. Not to mention, I have never seen him look so distraught in all the time I’ve known him.
My throat thickened as a sensation of tears forming, struck me. Before I lost complete control, I gathered random articles of clothing for work and rushed into the bathroom. Steam was already swirling around the enclosed space, with the water piping hot—just the way I liked. As I scrubbed away the events from last night and the awful memories of Jayme—I found myself in complete hysterics. My shoulders heaved with deep cries that shook my body—hitting me hard.
Why was I crying so much?
Even more than that—I wondered why I longed for Corey to hold me and take away the pain. The thing that hit me the hardest was he was here—just on the other side of the door, but I’ve never felt so far away from him. It was clear he was hurting it was obviously something from last night that made him act that way, but my drunken stupor blocked it out. I doubted it was because of my date but there must have been something I said after it that set him off.
It made me wonder though, why it hurt so bad to see the distance slowly growing between us?
My shower ended and I forced myself to pull it together. Whatever the problem was—I needed to put on my big girl panties and handle it. After drying off, I yanked on the outfit I selected. My head still throbbed from my liquor choices the night before. I