Chapter 6
Consciousness returned slowly and in stages. First came the headache. Even though he’d never had one before, Rory knew he was suffering from a hangover. He cracked his eyes open and immediately closed them again—too bright. And it tasted like something had died in his mouth. What was it Liam had said about drinking water and taking Tylenol? He remembered doing the former but not the latter.
Next thing he became aware of was a cold stickiness in the front of his jockeys. Sliding a hand inside his underwear, his fingers encountered cold come. God, he’d had a wet dream. Although he couldn’t remember it, he had a pretty good idea what—or who—he’d dreamed about. Then he remembered The Kiss. “Oh, God!” he groaned. He couldn’t face Zane. Not today, probably not ever. Would the man eve
