11
WHITLEY
My head pounded the next morning. I rolled over with a groan as sunlight streamed into the room and flung my arm over my eyes to shield them from the stabbing pain.
“Morning, sunshine,” Gavin said, stepping out of the bathroom.
I was rewarded with the sight of him in nothing but a towel. His hair was still wet and floppy. There was an impressive amount of abs on display.
“Morning.”
“I thought you might sleep all day.”
“What happened last night? I remember getting Margaret into a car, and it sort of all goes fuzzy after that.”
His smile faltered for a second. “I had to carry you to bed.”
My cheeks heated. “Sorry.” It was starting to come back to me. Seeing Gavin in nothing but boxer briefs and coming on to him. f**k. “And … you kissed me.”
“You weren’t going to let me s
