snoring Ash. I pushed my palm against her face. “Get away from me if you’re going to sleep.”
Ash opened her eyes and grinned at me.
“You fucker. Were you trying to wake me up by fake-snoring?” I asked
“You fall for it every time, Rapunzel,” she replied.
“You are evil. I can’t believe how much we drank last night.” I lay on my back, ready to dissect the night before, like we’d done a million times. And then it came back to me. “Oh. My. God.” I sat bolt upright and my brain knocked against my skull. I grasped my head in an effort to soothe the pain. “Shit, we bumped into Harry last night!” My stomach churned and I wasn’t sure if it was my half memory of seeing Harry or the twenty-nine bottles of wine that I had consumed last night.
“Yes we did.” Ash giggled. “You referred to him as licky as I remember.”
I slumped back down into the mattress. “Kill me now. I’m going to have to resign,” I said. How embarrassing.
“Well, as long as you’re not overreacting. That’s the main thing.”
I didn’t think I was overreacting at all. Harry might have seen bitchy Haven, but that was professional compared to drunk, out of control Haven. “We were wearing our pyjamas from what I remember. Of course I’ll have to resign.” Just as our working relationship had improved, now he was going to think I was such an idiot. I wanted him to see that I was good at my job, not some silly, drunk girl who wandered around London giggling in her pyjamas. I covered my eyes with the palms of my hands.
“It was the only way you’d come with me to replenish the wine supplies,” Ash said.
“What, if we went in our pyjamas?”
She nodded.
“Oh god. What must he think of me?”
“Why do you care? I’m sure his girlfriend fucked his brains out last night, so he won’t remember anything this morning. Don’t worry about it.”
My stomach flipped at the thought of him with Millie. She was so beautiful it almost hurt to think about her. I thought women like her only existed in magazines. “I can’t believe you’re a medical professional, coming up with theories like that. I’m not sure that’s how human biology works. She was a total glamazon, wasn’t she?”
Ash laughed. “Yes, but probably crap in bed. Those model types always are. It’s girls like you and me that have it going on in the bedroom.”
“Is this the moment in time to point out the fact that you and I shared a bed last night, and that I’m wearing pyjamas with flying pigs all over them?”
“Nope,” Ash replied.
“Yeah, didn’t think so.”
Luke stumbled into the room, carrying a tray of tea.
“You are my hero,” Ash said, beaming. “Promise me you won’t stop making me tea when we’re married. You’ve got to work to keep the magic alive.”
Luke rolled his eyes. “In this fictitious scenario where we’re married and I’m bringing you tea to cure your hangover, will you still share my sister’s bed?”
“Absolutely. I’ll still make you earn my physical affection. And I will demand that she sleeps over every Saturday night. Licky can come too, if he wants.”
“Ash, that’s gross. I don’t want to hear any more about you and my brother.”
I leaned over to the nightstand to retrieve my phone as Luke plonked himself at the end of the bed.
“Oh, my god,” I said, reading a text from Harry.
Harry: I was right about you with your hair down. It looks good.
My belly twisted and I started to chew the inside of my mouth. I wasn’t sure what to make of his comment. I was embarrassed to find that I hoped he was being genuine. I wanted him to think my hair looked nice down, but it hadn’t—I’d had drunk girl in pyjamas hair.
“What?” Ash asked.
“Nothing. My bank balance. Horrifying.” I didn’t want to tell her and have her say she thought he was being sarcastic. If I kept it to myself, it could be real.
There were two texts after the first.
Harry: Can you let me know you got home
Ash opened her eyes and grinned at me.
“You fucker. Were you trying to wake me up by fake-snoring?” I asked
“You fall for it every time, Rapunzel,” she replied.
“You are evil. I can’t believe how much we drank last night.” I lay on my back, ready to dissect the night before, like we’d done a million times. And then it came back to me. “Oh. My. God.” I sat bolt upright and my brain knocked against my skull. I grasped my head in an effort to soothe the pain. “Shit, we bumped into Harry last night!” My stomach churned and I wasn’t sure if it was my half memory of seeing Harry or the twenty-nine bottles of wine that I had consumed last night.
“Yes we did.” Ash giggled. “You referred to him as licky as I remember.”
I slumped back down into the mattress. “Kill me now. I’m going to have to resign,” I said. How embarrassing.
“Well, as long as you’re not overreacting. That’s the main thing.”
I didn’t think I was overreacting at all. Harry might have seen bitchy Haven, but that was professional compared to drunk, out of control Haven. “We were wearing our pyjamas from what I remember. Of course I’ll have to resign.” Just as our working relationship had improved, now he was going to think I was such an idiot. I wanted him to see that I was good at my job, not some silly, drunk girl who wandered around London giggling in her pyjamas. I covered my eyes with the palms of my hands.
“It was the only way you’d come with me to replenish the wine supplies,” Ash said.
“What, if we went in our pyjamas?”
She nodded.
“Oh god. What must he think of me?”
“Why do you care? I’m sure his girlfriend fucked his brains out last night, so he won’t remember anything this morning. Don’t worry about it.”
My stomach flipped at the thought of him with Millie. She was so beautiful it almost hurt to think about her. I thought women like her only existed in magazines. “I can’t believe you’re a medical professional, coming up with theories like that. I’m not sure that’s how human biology works. She was a total glamazon, wasn’t she?”
Ash laughed. “Yes, but probably crap in bed. Those model types always are. It’s girls like you and me that have it going on in the bedroom.”
“Is this the moment in time to point out the fact that you and I shared a bed last night, and that I’m wearing pyjamas with flying pigs all over them?”
“Nope,” Ash replied.
“Yeah, didn’t think so.”
Luke stumbled into the room, carrying a tray of tea.
“You are my hero,” Ash said, beaming. “Promise me you won’t stop making me tea when we’re married. You’ve got to work to keep the magic alive.”
Luke rolled his eyes. “In this fictitious scenario where we’re married and I’m bringing you tea to cure your hangover, will you still share my sister’s bed?”
“Absolutely. I’ll still make you earn my physical affection. And I will demand that she sleeps over every Saturday night. Licky can come too, if he wants.”
“Ash, that’s gross. I don’t want to hear any more about you and my brother.”
I leaned over to the nightstand to retrieve my phone as Luke plonked himself at the end of the bed.
“Oh, my god,” I said, reading a text from Harry.
Harry: I was right about you with your hair down. It looks good.
My belly twisted and I started to chew the inside of my mouth. I wasn’t sure what to make of his comment. I was embarrassed to find that I hoped he was being genuine. I wanted him to think my hair looked nice down, but it hadn’t—I’d had drunk girl in pyjamas hair.
“What?” Ash asked.
“Nothing. My bank balance. Horrifying.” I didn’t want to tell her and have her say she thought he was being sarcastic. If I kept it to myself, it could be real.
There were two texts after the first.
Harry: Can you let me know you got home
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