Page 8 of Irresistibly Us
Stepping into her room, I close the door behind me and take her hand, leading her to the bed and pushing her down gently onto the tangled sheets. “Lie down.”
She sighs, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Ty, seriously, what are you doing here?”
I head to the bathroom, taking my phone out of my pocket to use as a flashlight so the overhead light doesn’t make her headache worse. “Well, now I’m taking care of you. I said lie down, Soph. Your head will feel better if you’re not holding it up.”
With a huff, she does as I ask, and I rummage around in hermakeup bag for the painkillers I know she keeps there. I shake out six and down three with water I drink directly from the sink before going back into the room, grabbing the pink water bottle from her nightstand that I know will be full of cold water and then sit on the edge of the bed next to her. “Take these.” I hand her the rest of the pills and flip open the top of the water bottle, holding it to her lips.
She takes the pills and falls back against the pillows, her eyes dropping closed. “I know how to deal with a hangover,” she mutters. “I wouldn’t be feeling this particular hangover if you hadn’t come pounding on my door at stupid o’clock in the not-even morning.” Her eyes suddenly fly open. “I’m not even wearing any pants.”
I laugh at her distressed expression because that’s the last thing she should be worried about. “Soph, my T-shirt is a million sizes too big for you, and it covers anything you want to keep covered. Also, it’s me. I’ve seen you wearing only a T-shirt literally a million times. It’s no big deal.”
She mutters something that sounds likeMaybe not for you, and I don’t know what that’s all about, but before I can ask, she sighs again. “Not that I don’t appreciate the caretaking or whatever, but I’m tired, Ty. Are you going to tell me what you need, or do I have to guess? And just so you know, I think I left all my brain cells at the bottom of a margarita glass last night, so please don’t make me guess.”
“Can I sleep here?” I ask, motioning to the empty side of her big bed.
Her eyebrows draw together in confusion. “You want to sleep here? Like, in my bed?”
I nod. “Yes.”
I see a flash of something in her eyes I can’t quite make out in the dim light, but it disappears before I can figure out what it was. She tilts her head to the side, studying me. “You have a room, right down the hall. As a matter of fact, I vaguely recall you crowing about how you upgraded your room to a suite youwere incredibly thrilled about, and now you want to sleep here, in my extremely regular and very un-suitelike room?”
“You know your dad would have upgraded your room if you asked him to.” Sophie’s dad is a tech genius who founded a company a million years ago that made him billions.
She rolls her eyes. “Not even the all-powerful Gabe Sullivan can get a hotel room upgraded during the Super Bowl. I have no idea how you managed it.”
I give her a wide smile. “My limitless charm and dashing good looks.”
The look she gives me can only be classified asCut the shit or I will end you. “You seriously want to sleep here?”
“Yes.”
She narrows her eyes at me. “Why?”
I give her what I hope is an innocent smile. “Because I want to spend some extra time with my very best friend in the entire world.”
Sophie practically growls at me. “Try again.”
“Because I missed you last night. I didn’t get to see enough of you when we were out.”
That same look flashes through her eyes, and it drives me a little crazy that I can’t pinpoint it. I usually know all her looks. “Tell me the real reason or you can go back to your room or sleep in the hallway for all I care, but you definitely won’t be sleeping next to me.”
“Ugh, fine.” I look at the wall behind her, suddenly very interested in the watercolor of the French Quarter hanging there. “There are girls in my room,” I mumble.
“What was that?” she asks, cupping an exaggerated hand around her ear. And they say I’m the dramatic one. “I didn’t quite hear you.”
I sigh, meeting her eyes. “There are girls in my room. Two of them. Nothing happened,” I add quickly, feeling compelled to say that even though I can’t be one hundred percent sure it’s true. It feels true, though, and right now, that’s enough for me. “Idon’t know why they’re there. But I don’t want to be there with them.”
Thinking about being back in that room has my stomach clenching again, my hands curling into fists. I should probably spend some time pondering why that is, but right now, my eye is on the prize. The prize being a few more hours of sleep in my best friend’s bed.
Sophie stares at me for a beat. Then two. The silence between us stretches to a minute, maybe more, before she blows out a breath, pulling back the covers on the empty side of the bed. “Get in.”
“Fuck yes!” I exclaim, taking my hat off and tossing it on the floor before vaulting over her and rolling into the empty spot. “You are my favorite human,” I say earnestly, tucking a loose curl back behind her ear.
“I know.” She flops back against her pillows as I sit up, unbuttoning my shirt and pulling it off, throwing it next to the bed before I give my pants the same treatment, leaving me in my undershirt and boxers. “Consider it your MVP present.”
Lying back down, I turn on my side again so I’m facing her and toss her a wink. “This is definitely better than the car.”
Sophie laughs, putting a hand on my face and shoving me back. I capture her wrist, tugging her to me and wrapping my arms around her, her familiar strawberry scent making me smile. This is the only place I want to be. “Seriously, thank you.”
