Page 22 of The Best Friend Problem
“Want me to carry you to the shower?”
She nuzzled against his shoulder. “As long as you hold me up in it, too. Between the booze and the orgasms, I think I’ve lost the ability to walk for the rest of the night.”
He laughed softly. After rinsing them both in the shower, he carried a sleepy Pru back to his bed, tucking her into his side.
He kissed her brow softly. “Sleep, Precious.”
“Night, Finn,” she murmured, eyes already closed.
“Night, Pru.”
He lay there for a while, listening to the sounds of her soft snoring, completely amazed by what had just happened and totally confused by the aching need in his chest to do it again.
Chapter Five
Pru roused into half consciousness as the warm weight beside her moved. She whimpered, annoyed that her pleasant cocoon of heat and peaceful sleep was being disturbed, plus that she had a mild headache. Stupid shots. Once she hit twenty-five, her tolerance for partying all night and popping out of bed the next morning had reduced drastically.
“Sorry, Precious. I have to take Bruiser out before her tiny bladder relieves itself over all my clean laundry.”
Precious? Her brow furrowed at the new nickname. She didn’t hate it, but it felt a little too…intimate.
More intimate than what you did last night? Her brain would have argued with her further, but then she felt Finn shift and leave the bed, tucking the covers—still warm from their night together—around her and slumber pulled at her satisfied body once more.
“I’ll be back in a few.”
Her mind drifted to sleep. Though she wasn’t as muddled as Mo in the mornings, she didn’t like rising before the sun, and since darkness still filled the small studio, she imagined the seven o’clock hour had yet to arrive. Pru slipped quickly back to dreamland where her mind played the most amazing dreams of her and Finn, naked. Only now she knew reality was so much better than anything her subconscious could conjure up.
She vaguely recalled Finn returning and slipping back into bed, tugging her into his warm embrace. Something small, but surprisingly weighty, covered her feet. Bruiser, she assumed. She burrowed into the cozy cuddles, her fuzzy, sleep-addled, slightly hung-over brain trying to tell her something important, but the slumber pulled and lulled her once more.
The next time she woke, the sun had risen, a bright ray spilling across her face from the window. Rather rude way to be woken up, but at least her headache was gone and she didn’t have to wake alone. She was with Finn.
Oh my God. I slept with Finn!
All vestiges of sleep disappeared as the reality of what they’d done last night hit her like a proverbial ton of bricks. She’d had sex with her best friend last night.
She knew what his dick looked like.
She knew what it felt like.
What did this all mean? Her heart raced, panic gripping her. She didn’t regret last night. Not one single second of it, but she had no idea what to do now.
She’d never had a one-night stand. Which was kind of what they’d agreed this was, right? Sating a curiosity. Scratching an itch. It wasn’t like either of them planned to turn their friendship into a relationship. So where did that leave them this morning?
Did one-time sex only count at night or was it like a twenty-four-hour kind of deal? Did she stay and have breakfast? Run out claiming an important work meeting?
You can’t say that, dummy; he knows you.
That was the problem. They knew each other so well. She usually knew what to do when she crashed over at Finn’s place after a night of trivia or a movie marathon. They’d hit up Dozens for Novo coffee and a plate of Here’s Your Aspen scrambled eggs, then walk down 16th Street Mall and people watch. But she’d always kept her clothes on those nights and slept on the couch, not in bed with him.
Could she sit across a busy breakfast diner chatting away with him now that she knew when he blew on his hot coffee, it was with the exact same gentle breath that rose goose bumps on her naked flesh just last night?
“Morning.” His voice rumbled in her ear as he nudged the tip of his nose along her temple, leaving a soft kiss on her cheek. “Sleep okay?”
She turned to face him. Oh crap, it hadn’t just been the booze. He was even sexier this morning than he’d been last night. Couldn’t he have horrifying bed head or something? A small flaw for her to make fun of to get this strange panic out of her chest?
“Yup. You?”
The left side of his lips curled up in a grin. “Best sleep I’ve had in a long time.”
