“I woke up and that Bri girl was there beside me in her bra and panties and my underwear was gone and there was all this noise and I heard Adam fall down and then you called Rosie’s name and I wanted to run after her but I couldn’t find my pants and I don’t know why Rosie wasn’t in bed with me or why Brianna was and—”
“Okay, shut up!” Cole commands and I snap my mouth closed and cradle my head in my hands as I rock on the edge of the couch.
Leah, standing beside him in nothing but the oversize T-shirt she must have been sleeping in, dials her cell and curses when Rose doesn’t answer—again. She glares at me for a long moment and then sighs. “I’m going to go to her house.”
Leah stomps out of the room and up the stairs to get changed.
“Did you sleep with this chick, Luc?” Cole asks bluntly.
“She was in my bed.”
“Did you fuck her?” he repeats more bluntly.
His eyes are sharp and his lips are pressed together so tightly they’re white. I reach between my legs and cup my dick through my boxer briefs.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he demands.
“I would know, right? I would feel it? I would fucking know!” My eyes are staring up at him, begging him to tell me I would know. I would feel it or something if I cheated on the only girl I’ve ever loved and broke her heart and ruined my life.
“Fuck, Luc,” is all he says and shakes his head in disappointment. “You don’t remember, do you?”
“I would never cheat on Rose,” I choke out. “I know I was drunk, really drunk, but I would never touch someone else. I love Rose. I would never.”
“Even if you were so drunk you thought it was Rose?” Cole asks and the blood tries to evacuate my body.
“I would never…” But my voice cracks, giving away my fear and terror. Because the cold, miserable truth is I don’t know. I don’t know if I could be so drunk that I don’t realize I’m not with Rose. Is that what happens? You can get so drunk you don’t remember sleeping with someone? Jesus. “Why the fuck did I get drunk?”
Adam walks into the room from the kitchen, with a bag of frozen pierogi against his cheek where it hit the wall when Rose pushed him over.
“Why did you let her into my room last night?” I ask him because I need to know. How could he let her do this to me?
“Dude, I swear I didn’t know she was in there until this morning,” Adam explains. “I walked by your room and saw her lying next to you. I just closed the door to give you some privacy. I didn’t know you didn’t want her in there.”
“Of course I didn’t want her!” I bark back but my anger is misplaced. I know this isn’t Adam’s fault.
Cole lets out a large, exasperated sigh. Tasha appears in the doorway behind Adam. “What do we do?”
“I should go to Jessie and Jordan’s and wait for her there,” I say, standing up. “She’ll go home eventually.”
“No way!” Cole replies sternly and blocks my path out of the room. “You can’t tell them about this. If you tell Jessie, she’ll lose it. Callie will assault you. Jordan will disown you. Just stay here and try to figure out what you’re going to say to her when you see her.”
He’s right. Her sisters will kill me, but I don’t care. I need to see her. “Fine. I’m going to go get dressed.”
Once back in my bedroom I close the door and stare at the bed. The duvet is in a pile at the end of the bed. The sheet is twisted and rumpled. A pillow is on the floor. I must have taken it with me when I opened my eyes, saw Brianna and flew out of the bed.
I walk over and stare down at the bed, willing it to tell me its secrets. Did I fuck someone else here? Did I drunkenly throw away my own happiness? My future? My fucking life? Because that’s what Rose is—she’s my life. I can’t look forward without seeing her in my future. I can’t look back and have a good memory that doesn’t involve her. Oh my God, I am a fucking idiot!
My eyes start to burn and water but I ignore it. I grab my cell off the nightstand and dial her number again. Of course she doesn’t answer.
“Rose. Please. Come back. Talk to me. I…” My voice catches and grows hoarse. I clear my throat. It sounds like a roar. “Please. Just talk to me.”