I jolted upright, my head spinning like a merry-go-round on steroids. I grabbed my temples, wincing and moaning.
Where the heck am I? I blinked several times to orient myself. The opulent room with light-blue walls, expensive watercolor art, and luxurious furniture was definitely not my room.
I swished saliva around in my parched mouth. I felt as though I’d eaten a mouthful of sand. Maybe I had. I dipped into my memory bank as I slowly turned my head to the left, careful not to make my brain slosh around more than it already was.
When my gaze landed on the bare, muscled back of the person beside me, I flew off the mattress. I didn’t have to see his face to know Colton was sprawled out. His hair gave him away.
In true Skyler fashion, I tripped over a shoe and stumbled, catching myself before I face-planted into a very rich-looking fabric chair. My arms took the brunt of the impact, and I couldn’t help but moan until something far worse than falling registered in my foggy mind.
I glanced down at my body and released a loud noise that was more like a grunt than a sigh. Thank heavens I was still wearing my clothes.
I straightened my spine as another horror froze me to the spot near the floor-to-ceiling shutters. I didn’t have to check the time to know it was morning or maybe afternoon. Rays of light snuck through a few of the slats on the shutters, which weren’t closed completely.
I was in huge trouble. Dad was probably freaking out.
I patted my pockets for my phone. No luck. I briefly closed my eyes.
I retraced my steps. I’d had it when I’d gotten into the scuffle with Amanda. Maybe it had fallen out of my pocket when she tripped me. Or when I pushed her. Things had blurred when Colton blocked her from me as if protecting his true love.
I gritted my teeth as that irritating jealousy sloshed around in my stomach. I took another look at the guy who was making my knees weak. His hands were tucked neatly under the pillow, and his head was turned toward the door.
I started to hyperventilate. I still had my clothes on, unlike him. He was sprawled out in red boxer briefs and nothing else.
I wasn’t complaining. I drank him in from head to toe, my gaze stopping to admire his toned butt and thick thighs.
Focus, girl. Find your phone, then get the hell out before he wakes up.
It was hard to get my legs into gear. My head was spinning and my stomach was ready to protest. Damn vodka.
I couldn’t worry about that. I needed a bottle of mouthwash before walking into my house.
Maybe my phone had fallen out while I was sleeping. Ha, sleeping? More like passed out cold. I was usually a light sleeper.
I tiptoed over to my side of the bed and started to feel around, careful not to disturb the sleeping giant. I would lose the contents of my stomach if he woke up. I probably looked like death. On that thought, I swiped a finger underneath my eye to clear away the mascara that I was certain was smudged.
Georgia had made up my face before the party. I’d kept telling her I didn’t want too much makeup on. Most of the time, I hardly wore any. But my BFF hadn’t listened.
“I’m giving you the smoky look,” she’d said. “Guys like that.”
My breathing was somewhat labored as I checked under the pillow I’d been sleeping on.
Just as I felt around, Colton stirred, moaning.
I slapped a hand over my mouth.
He turned his head and the blood drained from me. Then his eyes opened lazily, his long lashes fluttering as he pinned me with a hooded but blank expression.
I held my breath, something I was doing quite a lot when I was around him.
He sized me up, licking his lips like he was hungry.
I gulped as my stomach twisted, setting me off balance and making me lightheaded. I lowered my hand, releasing the air in my lungs.
He watched as I searched for words. The throbbing shifted from my head to that sweet spot in between my legs. “What are you doing here?” I managed to ask in a smooth voice.
He gave me an easy grin. “I was sleeping. What are you doing?”
I wagged a finger between us. “We didn’t…” I couldn’t even say what I was thinking, although the fact that I still had my clothes on was a good indication that we hadn’t screwed each other’s brains out. That thought only served to make the butterflies come alive again.
He studied me for the longest time with no indication of how he was feeling or if he was irritated, happy, annoyed, or whatever.
I stuck my hands on my hips. “Better yet, don’t answer that. Have you seen my phone?” My voice was getting stronger.
“No.” His freaking Southern drawl was even sexier in his sleepy voice.
Go, Skyler. Get out before you jump into bed with him.
We were in a stare-off, and the more he watched me, the more I was melting to the white carpeted floor.
I had so many questions, but I had to call Dad.
The thought of Dad fried the feelings thrumming through me. I became a madwoman, searching under the bed to find only dust bunnies. I spotted Colton’s heap of clothes near the nightstand and picked through the pile. For all I knew, he could’ve taken my phone.
Colton didn’t move anything but his head, watching me.
“You could get up and help me.” Frustration and panic overtook me. That sour feeling was back.
“Don’t think so,” he said as though in pain.
My nostrils flared as I sneered, when all I wanted to do was lock lips with him. “For real?” I clenched my teeth. “Where’s your phone?” It wasn’t in his jeans or anywhere I could find.
He adjusted his big body before he propped his head up with a hand.
My panic over a damn piece of technology subsided for the moment as my gaze took a lazy hike down his body, stopping to admire the bulge in his boxer briefs. A very big bulge.