instantly, I knew why she’d left my bedroom and staggered back to hers. Because a drunken tryst in the middle of the night with an asshole like me is one thing, according to Laila’s Rulebook. But waking up in the morning, and seeing me lying next to her in the light of day, is something else entirely. Right then, I knew we might as well have been back on tour. That she’d drunkenly fucked me in the middle of the night, the same way she’d done on the night of the hot tub. And that now, she was going to pretend it had never happened, the same way she did back then.
Laila croaks out a pathetic “good morning” to the small group at Reed’s kitchen table as she enters the room. Along with Aloha and me, the “second wave” of people eating breakfast this morning is comprised of Aloha’s husband, Zander, Fish and Alessandra, and Reed’s fiancée, Georgina. And of course, as the group eats, Amalia is puttering away adorably on the other side of the kitchen.
Moving like molasses, Laila grabs some coffee and a muffin from a breakfast spread on the counter and then takes a seat next to me at the table.
“You look pretty,” I say sarcastically. “Like a Picasso.”
“Shut up,” she murmurs before laying her forehead onto the table.
“And they were stupid enough to hire you to be my babysitter?” I say to her lowered head. “Pfft. I want a discount.”
Laila flips me off without lifting her head.
“Thank God there’s a professional hair and makeup person here today, eh?” I say. “Hopefully, she’s a good one. She’s got her work cut out for her with you.”
“Please, shut up,” she murmurs into the table. “I’m trying to die over here. Which is okay, I’ve decided. I’ve had a good run. Tell my mother and sister I love them.”
Aloha addresses her husband. “Babe, will you make Laila one of your hangover miracle smoothies?”
“You bet.”
Georgina offers to assist Zander, saying she was a bartender in college, and he cheerily accepts her help.
As Zander and Georgina begin whipping up the concoction, Aloha’s phone rings, and she heads off to take her call, which prompts Fish and Alessandra to head out of the kitchen, too, hand in hand. And, suddenly, Laila and I are sitting alone at the table, side by side.
“I’m gonna die,” she murmurs.
I rub her back. “You’re not gonna die.”
“Don’t tell me what to do.”
I laugh.
“Have you taken some Ibuprofen, Laila?” Amalia asks from across the kitchen.
“No, ma’am. I couldn’t find any.”
“Poor baby. I’ll get you some.”
“Thank you, Amalia,” Laila croaks out.
“You’re the best, Abu Dabu,” I call to Amalia as she leaves, prompting Laila to turn her head, placing her cheek flush onto the table with her eyebrows furrowed, and say, “Abu Dabu?”
I smile. “Abu is a cute name for grandma. Abu Dabu is my spin on it, because Amalia’s like a fortune teller with a crystal ball. Crazy smart, that one.”
Laila pulls an adorable face that practically screams, What the fuck?
I shrug. “Amalia and I bonded last night. The woman just gets me.”
Laila chuckles and then groans with pain. “Don’t make me laugh.”
“Aw, you feel like a shit stain, huh—not even good enough to feel like the actual shit?”
She grimaces. “Exactly.”
I brush my fingertips against her high cheekbone. And then, against her lower lip, reliving our first kiss last night in my mind. Damn, that was an amazing kiss. The best of my life. I didn’t even know a kiss could be that exciting. I’d put a lot of stock into finally kissing those mesmerizing lips of Laila’s, and yet our kiss exceeded my most enthralling fantasy.
She whimpers. “Last night was supposed to be a last hurrah. Not suicide.”
It serves you right for ditching my ass last night and trying to make me jealous, I think. But what I say is, “Poor baby,” while rubbing her back.
“That feels nice. Thank you.”
“Even shit stains deserve a little mercy.”
She sticks out her lower lip. “That’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”
Zander appears and places a hideous green smoothie on the table in front of Laila, as Georgina takes the seat on the other side of her.
“Oh my God,” Laila says, beholding the monstrous-looking concoction in front of her.
Zander says, “Drink the whole thing down within five minutes, and I promise you’ll be magically back to normal within an hour.”
Laila makes a face I’d expect to see on a person who’s been dropped into a snake pit. She