Mick vaguely remembered accepting an invitation for himself and Juliet to join them for dinner later at the pub, but he wasn’t sure he had the stomach for any such meal. If this was how he’d left any of the women he’d bedded over the year feeling, he was truly an asshole.
He dropped an overly excited Juliet at her home with promises to collect her at 6:30pm for their dinner with the stars and headed home. What a day and it still wasn’t over. As he stepped inside his house looking around, he was reminded of her everywhere and it was just one almost night. He guessed he should be grateful nothing officially happened, or he would have more to worry about.
He kicked off his shoes and climbed into bed, the exhaustion creeping into his muscles like shadowy fingers licking up a wall in the can
