Did he just kiss me? It feels like it, and I could laugh at myself for being so pitiful, so needy. Instead, I give up struggling to make sense of what just happened in favor of allowing myself to let go and drift away.

CHAPTER 13

Damn. I feel like a truck ran over me. My eyelids are so heavy I can barely lift them. It’s like somebody put scotch tape over them. When I do manage to get them open, the light streaming into my room only makes me flinch as my head starts to pound. I quickly squeeze my lids shut again.

Note to self: no champagne with painkillers. Maybe no champagne anymore, ever. That might be a smarter idea.

Shit. Today is the wedding. I’m not going to be able to lie around in bed much longer. I’m surprised Mom hasn’t already come in and demanded to know why I’m still in bed. I had better get moving before she does because I’m not sure I could handle her shouting at me when my head already feels like it’s in a vise.

I start to throw the blankets back, an old trick I learned for getting my ass out of bed back when I was training both before and after school, sometimes waking up as early as four in the morning to make it to the gym. I don’t miss those cold, dark mornings, but they taught me a lesson. The sooner I’m not so comfortable, the less reason I have to burrow deeper in the bed and fall asleep again.

Only there’s a problem, a big one that reveals itself as soon as the blankets are off. Why am I naked?

I yank the covers up around my neck, eyes bulging, my heart taking off at a sickening pace. Why am I naked? Wait. How did I get to bed, to begin with? Why can’t I remember?

Why can’t I…

Oh. No.

I don’t want to do this because I don’t want the confirmation. I reach down between my legs and confirm how sore I am. What happened last night wasn’t a dream.

I had sex with Colt. Or rather, he had sex with me while I was too out of it to know the difference between reality and something my drugged-up brain had concocted.

And now I’m going to throw up.

Once the wave of panic-induced nausea passes, rage quickly takes its place. He knew I wasn’t in my right mind. That was the whole reason I had to come home in the first place. I was totally out of it, but he had sex with me anyway.