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freeze when I see movement at my right. I turn toward
the open door, and the realization that it’s been open the entire time I’ve
been in here makes my head pound even more. Wes is in his bed. And looking
right at me.
    “How long have you been awake?” I ask, praying to all that
is holy that it was after I got dressed.
    “A while.” His sleepy voice is gravelly. Deep.
    All I can do is stand here with my hands on my hips and gape
at him. What do I say to that?
    “You know,” he begins, seemingly unfazed by my
embarrassment. “You looked nice yesterday, but I like this look better.”
    “Now is not the time to joke around with me.”
    He rolls his eyes. “Not joking. I’m dead serious. Your wild
hair, the glasses, the band shirt, bare feet . . . it looks good on you. I’m
not the type to say shit I don’t mean.”
    If I didn’t know what to say before, I certainly don’t now.
And this is totally not like me at all. I’m never speechless. I never blush.
Why in the hell does he affect me like that?
    “You’re a little testy this morning. Hangover?” He rolls
onto his back and rests his hands behind his head, leaving his chest exposed
and causing a little flutter in my stomach.
    “Yes.” Finally, the real me decides to break out. “I have to
know. Did you see the whole show or did you wake up after I was dressed?”
    He huffs out a little laugh and rolls back to his side,
folding the blankets back and standing. Inside my head, I’m screaming and
bouncing around like a psycho cheerleader. He’s a nude sleeper apparently. Wes
stands and walks into his closet, bare-assed and completely gorgeous, and he
yanks some jersey knit pants from the shelf and steps into them before walking
into the bathroom like it’s no big deal.
    “Now we’re even, sweetheart.” He taps me on the nose and
turns to a cabinet on the wall, extracting a bottle of pain relievers and
pouring some into his hand. “Open.”
    I’m too stunned at the moment to resist his orders, so I
drop my jaw, creating just enough of an opening for him to place to pills on my
tongue. Wes takes a paper cup from a dispenser, fills it with water, and hands
it to me. After I wash down the pills, he takes it back from me and does the
same.
    “Thank you,” I say softly.
    “Least I can do since it’s partly my fault.” Wes squeezes
toothpaste onto his brush and begins scrubbing his teeth. “And I figure I owe
you for the birthday wish come true,” he says with a mouth full of suds.
    I slap my hands over my mouth. “Oh! I forgot you kissed me!”
    He rinses his mouth and pats it dry. “That memorable, huh?
But don’t forget you kissed me back.”
    Horror floods into me. “Please tell me that’s all I forgot.”
    “I remember a few other things.”
    I sink onto the side of the tub. My head is whirling, but I
don’t think it’s the hangover causing it. “Never in my life. I’ve never
forgotten sex before. I didn’t realize I was that drunk, though. Was I
horrible?”
    “If we’d had sex, sweetheart, I’m damn sure you wouldn’t
forget it.” Wes kneels in front of me. “You fell asleep. I was holding you
after we kissed a while, and you passed smooth out. It wasn’t easy carrying you
with both of us wet, but I somehow got you in bed after fighting you to get
your t-shirt back on. I normally don’t stay overnight here, and I was going to
have someone drive me home, but I was afraid you’d get sick. So I left both
bathroom doors open, so I could hear if you got up, and I went to bed. That
just about sums it up.”
    “Seriously? I think I would’ve rather had you tell me that
we had kinky sex in the pool house instead. I’m mortified that I was so drunk
that I passed out. It was your birthday, and you had to take care of me.”
    Wes lifts my chin with the tip of his finger. “Didn’t say I had to. You were decent to me yesterday, even after I was an ass to you. You
called me out on my bullshit, and you didn’t let me wallow in my