Page 26 of Don't Date Your Nemesis

I lifted my head from where it had been resting on his very bare, very muscular chest (which was unfair that someone I hated had abs like a Greek-God) and surveyed the destruction.

Both beds were collapsed in the middle, frames bent at unnatural angles, mattresses askew. We were currently sprawled on the wreckage of one, and I was using Liam as my personal body pillow, his arm wrapped possessively around my waist.

Oh God.

Oh God.

The night came back in flashes. The elevator kiss, stumbling into the room, his hands in my hair, my dress on the floor, the first bed giving out with a spectacular crash before moving to the second bed which had lasted a few minutes before crashing, that had made us both laugh hysterically and⁠—

There was a definite throb between my thighs and soreness that confirmed everything my brain was trying to deny.

We had sex multiple times. Enthusiastically.

Oh my God. What have I done?

Heat flooded my face, spreading down my neck and chest. I needed to leave. Now. Immediately.

Before he woke up, and we had to acknowledge that we⁠—

I tried to extract myself carefully, slowly lifting his arm, but the man apparently had octopus instincts too, because he tightened his grip and made a sleepy noise that was far too adorable for someone I was supposed to hate.

“What are you—” he mumbled, eyes still closed.

“Shut up,” I grumbled, trying again to escape. “You’re annoying.”

His eyes opened, those stupidly gray eyes that looked even lighter in the morning sun, and he glanced down at our very compromising position, with me sprawled half on top of him, both of us naked, tangled together like we had been doing this for years. Instead of once while incredibly drunk.

A slow smirk spread across his face. “Not annoying enough for you to use me as your bed.”

“I was cold!”

“Uh-huh. You just used me for body heat as a survival instinct,” he said, his voice rough with sleep, and I hated how attractive it was.

I finally wiggled free, immediately missing the warmth, which was not something I was going to examine too closely. I grabbed the sheet, wrapping it around myself.

“You snore,” I announced, because attack was the best defense.

“You drool.”

“I do not!”

He pointed at his chest, where there was indeed a small wet spot. “Evidence suggests otherwise.”

I grabbed a pillow and threw it at his smug face.

He caught it, laughing, and I hated him. Hated his stupid laugh and his stupid abs and stupid handsome face!

I retreated to the bathroom, locking the door behind me and immediately texting Priya.

Emergency

Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait too long for her reply.

Priya: It’s 7 AM on a Sunday. Someone better be dead. Did u kill Liam?

I started typing. Woke up tangled with Liam. But nothing happened. He’s still the last man on Earth I’d sleep with. Actually, I’d rather be celibate forever. He’s still that same arrogant jerk from childhood.

I stared at the text, finger hovering over send.