The Fear of Falling

Chapter Twenty Seven

When the morning sun hit my eyes, I stirred inside Gavin's warm embrace. The couch seemed smaller with each passing second; I backed away from the edge, simultaneously pushing my ass further into him.

He moaned lightly in my ear. I froze. What time is it? My eyes snapped open and there we were, spooning on the couch.

I blinked away the drowsiness and played the night's events over and over. One orgasm.

Then Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

I sucked in a breath; six.

We passed out just as the sun appeared over the horizon and turned the deep blue sky into pink and orange streaks. Fuck.

When the panic set in, Gavin rolled toward me. My body shifted underneath his weight and despite clawing at the fabric, I hit the cement floor with a thud.

Gavin, ever the gentleman, woke up to a string of vivid swears. I, the unladylike pirate with only a skirt to protect my modesty, landed on my back—tits up.

"Megs?" Gavin asked with his wide eyes peering down at me. "Are you okay?"

I groaned in response, assuming the fall was divine punishment for fucking my pseudo-teacher.

And my mother would call that a guilty conscience.

"I'm so sorry." He reached out, offering the hand I became so acquainted with the night before. My stomach flipped at the thought. "I'm not used to sleeping with someone an-"

"It's okay, really," I said with a smile creeping onto my face. Gavin's concern made the dull ache in my shoulder worth it. I took his extended, likely cum covered hand, and shifted to my feet with his help.

I stood, bare-chested, and fought the urge to curl up beside him and sleep the day away. But then, there was a knock at the door.

Crap.

The nauseating panic returned with a vengeance as I searched through our discarded pile of clothes for something to cover my chest.

"One second," I yelled over Gavin's irritating laughter. Apparently, this is just hilarious.

I attempted to untangle the laces of my corset but when that plan went to hell, fast—I snatched Gavin's baggy white pirate shirt and draped it over myself like a nightgown.

Downright comedy.

I ignored his whistle and hurried to the door. My bare feet slapped the cement with every step and reminded me why I refused to go walk in the apartment without slippers.

I cringed at all the dirt gathering on the soles of my feet and grabbed the silver knob. Tara waited on the other side of the door with a knowing grin.

My shoulders dropped. Who did I think it was, the cops?

"Morning," she said with curiosity gleaming in her hazel eyes. "Is Gavin still sleeping?"

I opened my mouth but felt a hand graze my shoulder. Gavin stood behind me, naked from the waist up. His tattoos flexed as he positioned himself in the doorway.

Subtle. I clicked my tongue.

If either of them heard me, they weren't letting on. Instead, Gavin said "Good morning" and thanked Tara for hosting the party.

She waved him off. "I just hope you had fun."

Then, their attention returned to me. Of course.