Count On Me by Koko Heart

Author:Koko Heart [Heart, Koko]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-03-19T00:00:00+00:00

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JAXSON

I pull the pillow over my head and try to stop the dull ache that’s pounding in my skull. It doesn’t work. Nothing works. I roll over and try to figure out what time it is without opening my eyes, but moan loudly when I can’t hear any birds or sounds from outside to give me a clue.

I open one eye slowly, trying not to make my hangover any worse than it already is. Ten a.m. I need coffee, but that means I have to move. Fuck, I hate living alone sometimes. I throw the covers off, wincing as the movement sends more pounding to my head, and sit upright in bed. The picture of My Eddie stares at me from my bedside table. Judging me.

Shit, did I talk to her last night? No, I’d remember it if I had. Must’ve been a damn dream.

Stumbling into my bathroom, I wince when I see my reflection, and instead of seeking caffeine, which I need badly, I decide to hop into the shower instead. The heat and steam feel good, but the pounding in my head won’t let me fully enjoy it.

Washing my hair as quickly as my hungover muscles will let me, I jump out, throw a towel around my waist, and grab my toothbrush to rinse away the bad taste of my decisions from last night. The kitchen hasn’t fared much better, and I look around the remnants of the pity party for one I threw myself. I’m grateful no one else was invited up in my inebriated state.

I swallow the painkillers and open the fridge to see what food I have in there, but I’m disturbed by a knock on the door. There are only three people allowed up to my door without the front desk having to notify me first. Jordan, because he lives across the hall from me, but I doubt it’s him. Not after our little rumble in the jungle. Eddie, but again she won’t be here now. And Lockheart. I bet that fucker’s here to stage a one man intervention.

Ignoring the knock, I keep rummaging in my fridge. If I ignore him, long enough, he’ll take the hint and leave.

Another knock.

I grab some eggs and bread and make my way over to the stove.

Another knock.

This guy can’t take a hint at all.

I crack the eggs into a mug and start whipping them when I hear a key turn in the lock. There’s only one person who has my key.

Edie.

Shit!

Before I can do anything, she’s standing in front of me, hands on her hips, eyebrow raised and looking sexy as fucking sin. Her hair is tied up in a messy bun, her face bare of makeup, freckles twinkling at me as she scrunches her face in frustration. She takes her jacket off and reveals the little white t-shirt with Heath Hampstead’s logo on the breast, and I know when she turns around, my name and number will be emblazoned across her back. She shifts her weight

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