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The question is, will he be here tomorrow? And should I want him to be? But it doesn’t seem to matter what I should want I just want to be with Chris

Chapter Twenty-Six

I blink against the ainst the dryness inof my head, next with the horrid taste in ht wrapped around me I’m naked, under a blanket, and Chris’s ar the implications and the co the explosive fight we’d had The turbulence of that battle fades away in Chris’s embrace Because Mike and Katie don’t know that as ed artist He’s been through so ift, instead he’d sideswiped Chris and left hi I’d been there for the aftermath and thanks to the wine, I’d handled it horribly

Guilt twists inthe toilet, with Chris watching me be sick on the very drink that had destroyed his father And still, he’d tenderly taken care ofruhabout this man affects me

"And e to be embarrassed about"

"Yes Yes, I do"

He tries to turnthe sheet with ainst the headboard "I’m radioactive Unsafe until I shower and brushthe clothes he’d had on the night before, a dark blond stubble thick on his jaw He looks rough and sexy, his blond hair a wild hot mess "You’re fully dressed"

"Because you’re not and I didn’t want to be insensitive to how sick you were"

"Oh" Could he really want me when I’ve just been sick? Surely not

"Oh," he repeats, his lips quirking

I wet my parched lips and ers toover Will this hell never end?"

Chris clirabs a bottle of water and soht and had theive thehtfulness, I touch his jaw, letting his whiskers rasp against ers "Thank you" My hand falls frouess you aren’t a jerk all of the tirins that always melt me like butter "But leave it to you to let me knohen I am"

I s the pills "You can count on it" My storeen and sickly "I haven’t been hung over in…" I catch , "in years If the art world requires I drink, maybe I’m not meant for this job"