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“Why do I have you in my bed, when I’m not allowed to touch
you?”
    “I didn’t know
there were strawberries in the soda,” I whined.
    His brows
furrowed, his lips pursed. “Come again?”
    Jeez, did he not
realize that he was still holding my leg, and how very uncomfortable—and excited—it
made me? “Someone was getting me sweet soda all evening.” My voice shook
slightly. “I didn’t realize it was the wine cooler you meant when you said—”
    “—not to touch
the strawberries,” he finished for me, closing his eyes. “Damn, I told her not
to punch it too much.”
    What? The wine
cooler? I was pretty sure I had a tad too much of that stuff.
    A frown creased Ryan’s
brows as he looked at me again. “Sorry, I don’t remember much of the night
after I carried you up here. Am I in trouble?”
    Considering I
still had my clothes on, nothing had happened during the night. “As far as I
remember you were pretty drunk yourself. So I was quite safe from you.”
    A smirk played
around one corner of his mouth. “I’m afraid my time of numb indifference is
over.” His thumb had started drawing small circles on my skin. “So, unless
you’re up for some trouble now , would you mind moving your leg?”
    My eyes widened
at his seductive threat.
    “What? You know
you’re not the ugliest girl in the world.”
    Wow, what a
compliment. Idiot. I needed to get out of here. Back to…back to… Damn, Ryan had a nice smile.
    I shoved that
thought away and let go of his hand, then pushed his leg down so I could remove
mine from his groin. I was out of his bed faster than the transatlantic. But
the aftermath of drinking hit me harder than I had expected. The floor rushed
to me or I did, I couldn’t tell which.
    His hands cupped
my elbows, and he steadied me before I was going to fall. He waited until my
gaze locked with his. “Feel better?”
    “Not really.” I
tried to find my shoes. They lay at the end of the bed, and I wiggled out of
his hold to put them on.
    Ryan ignored his
trainers and shirt, which lay tossed on the floor. Barefoot, he padded from the
room. I followed him down the stairs, gazing at his back. What was it with
naked skin all of a sudden that let me forget the world around me?
    “Hey, Ry,”
someone called from the hall to which we descended.
    “Morning, Chris,”
Hunter replied to the boy lying sprawled on the sofa. He walked on as if it was
the most natural thing for him to come down from his room with a random girl
after a partying night.
    It might be the
usual for him, but it sure as hell wasn’t for me. I felt my face turn a deep
red when the heat shot to my cheeks. God, I should have jumped out of his
window instead of being subject to this embarrassment. I hated giving anyone the
wrong ideas. And there were quite a few leftover guests from last night.
    The front door
called to me, promising freedom. But Hunter had different ideas and pulled me
into the kitchen. When he released my hand, I stood rigid in the middle of the
room with the marble floor, while he headed for the fridge. He grabbed two
bottles of water, unscrewed them, and dropped a tablet in both which he’d
fetched from a cupboard. The tablet was still dissolving as he handed me one
and then leaned against the counter, legs crossed at the ankles, drinking from
the other.
    I didn’t dare
take a sip.
    “Why so skeptic,
Matthews? It will help your headache.”
    After this
innocent looking berry drink that landed me in this situation…yeah, I was. But
since he drank the same stuff, I figured I was safe. Reluctantly, I sniffed the
water then sipped.
    “You don’t trust
me?” He chuckled and drank some more.
    “How could I? I
woke up with a hangover from a soda and with an equally drunk person sleeping
next to me half of the night.”
    “Yeah, sorry about
that.” He gave me a sheepish grin. “I don’t usually get drunk at my own
parties. And believe me I’m going to get a piece of Claudia for messing with
the wine