Chapter 12
Matt woke to Shay in his arms, cuddled against his chest. Her bare skin was soft and warm, and she still smelled of cinnamon. He didn’t want to wake her—hell, if he could spend the rest of his life stuck in this moment he would.
Guilt tugged annoyingly at his gut. While last night was unbelievable, he couldn’t forget the fact that Shay was in fact drunk. What if she woke up and was filled with regrets? He didn’t think he’d be able to bear it.
Before he could dwell on the thoughts any longer, a loud blaring noise echoed across the room, and Shay moaned, burrowing into his chest farther. “Five more minutes,” she mumbled, her breath warm against his skin and causing his erection to spring back to life.
The sound didn’t stop; if anything, it only got louder. She must have had an
