Stand-In Saturday (Love For Days #2) - Kirsty Moseley Page 0,51
his fists. “Kinky.”
“I think we might have done it.” I shift my body, and as soon as I do, I know for a fact that we screwed last night. I can feel the slight ache between my legs when I move. It’s been a while; I’m definitely out of practice, and I can feel the difference.
“Did we?” Theo winces as he speaks, rubbing at his temples. “Ugh, I need to pee. I’ll be right back.”
He swings his legs out of bed, and I see a glimpse of glorious arse crack as he manoeuvres and reaches for the tartan throw from the bottom of the bed, wrapping it around his waist like a kilt as he stands up.
“Eww! What the hell?” Suddenly, he comically hops on one leg, grimacing as he reaches down and peels something from the bottom of his foot. “Well, I guess that answers that question.” He looks back at me helplessly as he holds up what he stood on.
A used condom.
Oh God. I gulp. “At least we were safe.” That’s more than I dared to hope for. Lucky one of us had the forethought to use protection.
He peers at it. “Looks like I got my happy ending. Not sure about you though.”
I close my eyes and feel my face flush. “I have beard burn on the insides of my thighs. I’m pretty sure I got mine too.”
“Oh, nice.” He laughs and reaches over, holding up his hand for a high five.
I raise one eyebrow. “Now is not a high-five moment, Theo.”
He nods, his hand dropping to his side, though his grin is broad, and he’s obviously proud of himself. “You’re right; that would be totally inappropriate.” His eyes move to the Wonder Woman wristbands he’s wearing, and he reaches for the crown that’s tight around his neck like a choker. “What the hell happened? Do you remember anything at all?” He pulls off the crown and frowns at it, and then he tosses it onto the sideboard.
I shake my head, racking my brain. I think back to the last thing I remember: the party, the drinking, there was dancing and singing and stumbling and lots of laughing.
“Shit, I gotta pee so bad.” He darts around the corner and goes into the bathroom.
The sound of a steady stream of urine hitting the water permeates the air, as he’s not bothered to close the door. I’m too hungover to care.
“Jeez, it’s a mess in here. Whatever we did, we definitely had some fun in here. Either that or you’re the messiest chick alive!” he calls from the bathroom.
Mortified, I quickly climb from the bed and grab the fluffy hotel robe from the hook on the wall, shrugging it on and tying the belt at the waist so he doesn’t see me naked. Which is ridiculous, considering, apparently, we’ve already been intimate, and I have his stubble rash on my cooch.
My head gives another throb, so I push my glasses on and then dig in my toiletries bag to find the sweetest treasure a hungover person can be confronted with—paracetamol. Snagging a bottle of water from the fridge, I gulp down half and swallow two pills before setting another bottle and two more pills on the side for Theo.
“Your phone was on the side in there. It’s dead. I’ll stick it on charge for you,” he says as he comes back into the room and walks around the bed to the bedside cabinet, where my charger is. He picks it up and plugs it in for me before heading back to the dresser and flicking on the kettle.
“Thanks. Water and tablets on there for you.” I nod at it.
He smiles gratefully. “Sweet. Ta.”
I slump onto the edge of the bed and frown down at my boots. I barely have the energy to attempt it, but my feet are sweating in the plastic, so they need to come off. As I grip the foot of one and pull, Theo chugs his water and pills. I growl in frustration and try the other foot. The damn things are welded on. I might have to call down to reception and ask for them to send up some scissors to cut them off.
Theo chuckles and walks over, dropping to his knees in front of me. He’s still wrapped in just the throw, so his sculpted chest is on full display. My fingers itch to reach out and touch it.
My body heats up. I get a little flashback of him on his knees, smiling up