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“I’m doing my best to avoid staring, but I’m gonna help you get these jeans off, OK?”
“Sure thing,” I say. I’ll feel embarrassed about this tomorrow, but for now, I’m in the moment. Owen is here, undressing me like a baby. Or like the drunk idiot I am.
I settle under the duvet in nothing but my tee shirt and thong, and everything feels perfect.
Until it doesn’t.
“Oh god,” I moan. “The room is spinning.”
“Put one foot on the floor,” Owen tells me.
“Why?”
“I don’t know, Doc, but it helps. Didn’t they teach you that in medical school?”
“I must have been sick that day,” I groan, adjusting myself until I’m able to thump one foot to the carpet. After a minute, I say, “It’s helping a little. Can you shut off the light?”
With a groan, Owen reaches over me and clicks the switch on my bedside lamp.
“How’s that?”
His big arm is still positioned over me when he asks this, which is a recipe for danger. And drunk Daisy is all about danger. Drunk Daisy is all about that unexpected kiss in front of those two stuffed shirts at the party. Without thinking twice, I hook both of my arms around his shoulders.
“I don’t know why, but holding onto you helps slow the spinning,” I tell him.
“It is?”
“Yes,” I say truthfully. “So now you can’t leave.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” he tells me in soft tones.
Of course, he should go. It’s wrong for him to stay. It’s wrong for anyone to see me like this.
But Drunk Daisy is also very needy, it seems.
And just before I slip into unconsciousness, I feel his lips on my forehead.
“I’m not going anywhere, Daisy.”
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eleven
Owen
“Coffee. Need coffee and Vitamin C in an IV, stat.”
I turn from the stove and let relief flood through me as a hungover Daisy shuffles in. She looks cute in a satin bathrobe and matching sleep mask perched on her forehead.
I plate the scrambled eggs and grab a mug, pouring her a cup of fresh coffee from the pot.
She shuffles over to me and takes it. “Thank you,” she croaks, taking a sip. “I’m not sure why you’re still here, but thank you for making coffee.”
I chuckle, “You’re not sure why I’m still here?”
“Hmm. I remember getting very drunk last night and you taking me home. I remember the glass of water, the headache pill…you taking off my shoes and putting a blanket over me.
“I remember…I remember grabbing your arm and babbling like an idiot. God, I’m so sorry.”
