“I remember the girl of my dreams waltzing into that bar, wearing the cutest—no—sexiest pajamas I’ve ever seen. I remember her taking charge. Being there for me. I remember seeing you tell that girl off while still being the better person.”

“Your memory is impeccable for someone who drank an entire bottle of vodka,” I spat.

Oakley reached out and pulled me on top of him, bringing his mouth to mine for a makeup kiss that was laced with stale alcohol and morning breath. I didn’t even care, I just wanted more.

I let my hands wander over Oakley’s delicious muscles as I deepened our kiss. I let out a small gasp as his hand slipped under my shirt and found the contour of my breast, teasing my nipple with his thumb.

I was still kind of mad. Still kind of hurt. But mostly, I was still kind of falling for this man.

He pulled away from my mouth and started kissing my stomach, slowly working his way down. He reached the line of fabric where my panties met my skin and took them in his teeth—right as my mom came through the bedroom door, saying something about breakfast.

“Oh! Oh my. So, uh, good to see you both have worked things out,” Mom said, giggling nervously. She lingered as Oakley practically flung his body off the bed. “I can see why she likes you.”

Oakley hit the floor and gathered the thick comforter up at his waist, likely to hide his monster erection from my mother. She stared at his hands before realizing how inappropriate she was being. “Breakfast is ready!”

She spun around and was about to leave when she paused to whisper. “I’m not like regular moms, I’m a cool mom. But my husband will skin you alive if you have sex with our daughter while he’s flipping pancakes in the next room for you.”

“Copy that,” Oakley replied nervously. I could see him blushing from here and had to stifle a giggle.

“Toodles!” Mom waved, leaving the guest room. The moment the door closed, Oakley let out a sigh.

“Fuck. You could have told me your parents were here!”

“You distracted me,” I argued with a smile. “With pissing me off, then kissing me, and that thing you do with your lips…”

“I need a cold shower.”

“Yeah you do,” I joked while wrinkling my nose. “You smell like cheap perfume and the beer sweats. Besides, we have a lot of work to do this morning if we want to fix this.”

“Oh?” Oakley asked.

“Get ready, Problem. You’ve got interviews today.”

He grinned. “She’s back.”

“Who’s back? Is my mom…” I stared at the door.

“No,” Oakley replied. “You. Damn, you’re feisty. Confident. Take charge. My girlfriend is back.”