I awoke with a start in the late hours of the morning, my heart thumping rapidly in my chest as I fought to control my panting breaths. Vivid images from my way too sexual dream were floating in my mind, and ninety-nine percent of me wanted to erase them.
...The remaining one percent, however, wanted to cling onto them because god damn was I aroused.
Let's just say that Antonio's whole talk of threesomes managed to manifest itself in my sleep. Only in my dream, I didn't envision him and his UPenn chicks. Instead, I'd been the one sandwiched in bed between two very naked men—Antonio and Chase.
And yes, I felt utterly shameful and dirty just thinking about being in a situation like that.
The sound of a male groan snapped me out of my thoughts, and I turned to face the source, my heart warming. But then, I remembered the obscene things he'd spoken last night, and I immediately grew cold.
Antonio's eyes slowly blinked open, and he ran a hand over his tired features.
"Where the hell am I?", he muttered.
"Hotel del BMW," I replied.
"Huh?" He raised a brow in confusion.
I sighed in irritation.
"We're in the garage in your car."
His eyes widened in surprise as they roamed over our surroundings.
"Shit, you're right."
"Sadly."
"Sounds like you were having quite the dream, too." He smirked, and I wanted the ground to swallow me whole.
"You're imagining things," I lied.
He shook his head, a devilish grin playing on his lips.
"Nah, I'm pretty sure those were your moans I heard, sweetheart."
"You were supposed to be sleeping!"
"I was...but it's not my fault you woke me up. Anyway, care to share the details?"
"No! And for the record, I hate you right now." I crossed my arms in front of my chest.
His lips pursed as he regarded me intently.
"Why?"
"What do you remember from last night?"
He frowned, rubbing his stubble-covered jaw as he stared straight ahead.
"We ate dinner at the Korean barbecue place then went to a bar. We all did tequila shots, right?"
"Yes. You did three. Hence why you reek of tequila right now."
"Whatever." He rolled his eyes.
"Why did you drink so much? I didn't think you'd planned on getting wasted."
"I wasn't. You know I like to be in control of my actions."
"Do you? Because you and I have never really gone out to bars together besides our honeymoon—"
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My Saving Grace
RomanceDespite losing her mother when she was ten, Sophia Grace Weston has the life most kids dream of. Growing up, she had a loving father and was always surrounded by the most privileged people, but when she enters college, a brief encounter with Chase L...
