Neve (Silver Skates #3) - Helen Scott Page 0,16

lips on the skin of his neck.

Rory nodded wordlessly, and the two of us began stumbling toward the door. I’d had enough to drink that I was feeling it, and during the walk back to the apartment, or at least where I thought the apartment was, we kept stopping to make out. I felt like a teenager again with all the butterflies in my stomach and horny energy driving me forward. It was only the fact that he had my blood pumping so hard that I was staying warm. If I’d been walking home alone, I had a feeling I’d have gone right back to freezing my tits off.

After circling a few times, we finally found the apartment building. I got the key in the door, and we stumbled inside, making our way upstairs while stopping every few steps because we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. I was trying to remember what my apartment number was. I knew it was the third floor, since I remembered the driver lugging the suitcases. I wanted to say it was in the teens, but I couldn’t remember which one.

I guess I’d just have to hope when I got there that I recognized the door, which probably wouldn’t happen since they all looked the same. We practically rolled down the hallway, leaning against the walls as Rory felt me up and I tried to climb him, even though we hadn’t even made it inside yet.

When we came to the door I thought was my apartment, I put the key in the lock, but it wouldn’t turn. I shimmied it about and shook the door, trying to get it to open. After all, the driver had done it before. I thought I’d got it fairly easily this morning when I tested it out, but maybe I was just lucky.

Suddenly, the door swung inward and I stumbled, only staying on my feet thanks to Rory’s quick hands. When I righted myself and braced a hand on the doorframe, I found I was face to face with a woman who was looking irritated, with a mane of messy red hair surrounding her face and eyes that looked like jade which were currently glaring at me.

“Sorry, I thought this was my place,” I said, my words only slurring slightly.

“You’re next door,” she said, sounding marginally less irritated than she looked. When she nodded her head to the left, I realized that I should probably move.

“Thanks, sorry again.” I pushed backward from the door frame and into Rory, but the two of us stumbled down the hall a little more until we got to the next door. I slipped the key into the lock and heard the click of the deadbolt as soon as I turned it, relief coursing through me.

We tipsily made our way into the apartment, and I was vaguely aware that Rory locked the door behind us, which I appreciated.

“I have to pee, make yourself at home,” I said, moving toward the bathroom. I took care of business as quickly as I could, only zoning out a little before heading back out.

What I found was more than a little disappointing though. Rory was passed out on the couch, his head lolling back against the cushions and his breathing slow and steady. I did the only thing my brain thought was logical, at least while it was pickling itself with martinis—I went and grabbed the comforter before I sat and curled up next to him. I had the briefest hope that morning sex was his thing before I joined him in the darkness of sleep.

7

Neve

A snort woke me up, and I groaned from the crick in my neck. The hard sofa that had come with the apartment was digging in to me… Wait, no, that wasn’t the sofa.

I opened my eyes and found myself with Rory’s arm trapped under me.

In bed.

I tried to shift off him, or at least his arm, since I was sure he was probably losing circulation to his fingers with my weight on it, and the last thing I wanted was to be responsible for him losing his fingers or something from lack of blood supply. As I moved, his arm curled around me, pulling me closer instead of letting me get away.

“Neve?” came his groggy voice from behind my head.

“Rory? How did we end up in bed?” I asked with a groan, since his voice had made my head start to pound.

“I woke up in the night and carried you