Chapter 13

Dave.

Shit.

Quickly I roll onto my stomach, away from the warmth of his body, away from the arm on me and the lingering press of skin and the sudden recollection of the taste of his lips on mine. Away…but I’m already on the edge of the bed, and when I move away from him, I roll off onto the floor with a solid thud

I hug my knees to my chest—I’m wearing nothing but a pair of underwear. What did we dolast night? God, my head

“You okay?” Dave peers down sleepily at me from the bed. Hair disheveled, chest bare, a childishly owlish expression on his face. The only difference between him now and the him I remember from high school are those faintly defined abdominal muscles and strong arms. I’m pretty sure he wasn’t quite so built then.

Running a hand through my own messy hair, I muttered, “God, what…” I don’t really know where to go with that, what to say. We kissed last night, I’m sure of it. Or was that just a dream?

Then why am I naked?