Please enjoy this preview of my newly published novel, You and Tequila, the full Kindle Edition is available on Amazon here:
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Chapter 1
Even though I’m not a morning person, I’ve been lying awake thinking for what seems like an eternity, but it’s probably closer to an hour or two. The early morning sun is just starting to creep in through the window blinds casting a repeating pattern of light and shadow across the bed. Outside I can hear the birds chirping and I know it’s only a matter of time. The longer I lay here thinking the more confused I become. Looking over at Will sleeping on his stomach, his muscular arms wrapped around his pillow, a slight part of me wishes those arms were still wrapped around my body. I’ve always been a sucker for the tall, dark, and handsome type but this is a line I never expected to cross.
Rising onto my elbows, I scan the room, taking in my surroundings. This isn’t the first time I’ve been to Will’s apartment, I’ve hung out here more times than I can count, but I never had a reason to come into his bedroom before last night. Watching Will, my face begins to flush as I momentarily relive the passion and heat we exchanged just hours before. What does this all mean? And do I even want it to mean anything? Beside me I feel Will start to stir but fortunately he doesn’t wake. Am I ready to face the morning after awkwardness that’s inevitable between two formerly platonic friends that sleep together? Nope, I need to go.
Glancing around the room again, I try to formulate an exit strategy knowing that even if I manage to slip out undetected, the damage is already done. We’ve crossed the point of no return and my friendship with Will can never be the same. Running now will only make the next meeting that much more embarrassing, but I can’t make myself stay. I need time to process.
Damn it, Cass! What the hell were you thinking? Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!
Slowly, I sit up and swing my legs over the side of the bed. My heart is racing which makes the pounding in my head feel even worse. For the first time in a long time, I let myself get carried away, and now everything is falling apart because of it. Easing off of the bed gently, I stand frozen for a few seconds waiting. Eyeing Will suspiciously, his head of dark hair resting on the light grey sheets, I see no further signs of movement. Taking this as my cue that the coast is clear, I begin to sneak out. Gathering my clothes up one piece at a time, I follow the trail leading from the end of the bed back into the hallway.
Unfortunately, I remember everything that happened the night before, it’s painfully etched into my brain. Although I was sober enough to know what I was doing was wrong, I was too drunk and caught up in the moment to care. I’ve never wished so hard not to remember something in my entire life. Is a simple alcohol induced blackout really so much to ask for right about now? The celebratory shots of tequila at the bar, the banter turned flirting, turned kissing, turned shameful groping, and my insistence… yes mine… that we go back to his place where we tore at each other’s clothes like it was our last chance to ever touch or be touched by another human being.
Oh God the touching! The thought causes me to let out a soft moan, a moan spurred out of both simultaneous mental anguish and physical satisfaction.
Fortunately, Will’s roommate is in Chicago visiting family or it would’ve made this situation even trickier to navigate. Dressing quietly in the living room, I stop frequently to make sure I don’t hear any movement in the bedroom. It takes me a few minutes but I eventually locate my phone and purse. Somehow they ended up under the couch during the course of last night’s antics.
