I flinched as my head throbbed in protest. Kiera’s expression matched mine; she’d also hurt herself with that volume. When my head simmered down, I cracked an eye open to see Kiera’s cheeks were turning a delightful shade of red. Thoughts of her riding me, owning me, tumbled through my brain. “Oh…yeah,” I drawled.

Her eyes widened again as I smiled at her. I really hoped she remembered because that…was quite a moment. She suddenly covered her mouth with her hands, and I could practically see the memories replaying in her eyes. So, she does remember. Good.

“Oh my God,” she said, shaking her head. “Did they all hear us?”

Biting my lip, I avoided eye contact. She wasn’t going to like this. “Well…we really weren’t being quiet, and it is a pretty small bathroom…so…” And the fuckers turned off the music so they could hear everything. I knew better than to mention that though. I’d never get her to go to a party again.

Kiera groaned and dropped her head to my chest. “Oh my God.”

I rubbed her back in sympathy. “Don’t worry about it, Kiera. Everyone told me they thought it was hot.”

She snapped her head up, her eyes narrowed. “Everyone?”

“Just the few I talked to after you passed out.” Saying that made the conversation with lonely-guy try to resurface in my head, but I shoved him—and my dream—to a dusty corner. I’d rather focus on the drum beating against my brain than relive that nightmare.

Kiera didn’t seem any less embarrassed as she dropped her head back to my chest and murmured, “Oh my God,” again.

I tried to reassure her, let her know how much I liked her letting go like that. If she only knew how long that memory was going to stay with me, how fondly I was going to treasure it… But she was having a hard time getting past the public nature of it to feel the way I felt. Especially once she realized that Griffin wanted us to make a porno because he’d heard every moan and groan. It wouldn’t surprise me in the least if he was the one who’d turned down the stereo. Asshole.

Trying to make the moment a bright spot for Kiera, I told her that at least it would be a night she wouldn’t forget. She smirked at me, but that was about it. So I told her not to be embarrassed, because I wasn’t. “You were hot, and every guy in that place wished they were me in that bathroom. I don’t feel the least bit bad that every man was jealous. As long as you’re only mine.”

That finally made a genuine smile grace her lips. “I am.”

“Good.” Because I don’t know what I would do without you.