Marshall's Park 2 -Monty's First Date by Lisa Worrall

Author:Lisa Worrall [Worrall, Lisa]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Amazon: B00C4RPNT0
Publisher: White Stiletto Press
Published: 2013-11-26T16:00:00+00:00

IV

Something was trying to tunnel its way out of Aiden's head through his temples. Either that or something was trying to tunnel its way in—he couldn't be sure. He moaned low in his throat when he attempted to open his eyes. The pinprick of light burning his retinas and causing him to snap them shut immediately while he slapped a hand to his forehead—which pushed a whimper past his lips. What the hell happened last night? He remembered Finn picking him up… getting into the car and… nope… that was about it.

Aiden scrubbed a hand through his hair, still not daring to open his eyes. He swallowed and grimaced against the taste of his own saliva. Jesus, what did I order —kitty litter? He didn't even remember getting home, or into bed. Who the hell had put him to bed? He swallowed again—grimaced again—and slipped his hand below the covers. Thank God! The relief was instant. He was wearing his boxers. But Patti couldn't have got him up the stairs and out of his clothes, so that left—

"It was me."

Aiden shot up in bed and scrambled back against the headboard, then cried out as the movement sent a bolt of blinding white pain through his skull and his stomach lurched in complaint. He really didn't want to open his eyes for the next… ever… but he didn't see how he could avoid it with Finn in his bedroom. Accepting his fate, Aiden opened his eyes to find Finn sitting on the small sofa under the window, a cup of steaming coffee in his hands.

"Mornin'," Finn said brightly, an amused smile curving his lips and dancing in his eyes.

"Hey," Aiden replied, attempting and failing to flatten his hair discreetly.

"There's water and Advil on the nightstand."

Aiden heaved a sigh of relief and leaned gingerly closer to the nightstand, grabbing the Advil and downing the entire tumbler of water he found next to them. The icy liquid slid down his throat, chasing away some of the kitty litter residue on his tongue, although he thought he'd probably need another ten liters to rehydrate. "Thanks," he said gratefully, putting down the empty glass and leaning back against the headboard. "So…," he dragged out the syllable. "Last night was… fun?" he couldn't keep the slight quizzical intonation out of the sentence.

"That's one word for it."

"Finn, I'm," Aiden searched for the right words, but all he could come up with was, "Aw crap, what did I do?"

"Where would you like me to start?"

"There's enough to constitute a start?"

"Oh yes." Finn took another mouthful of his coffee and then stood up to cross the room and sit on the bed beside Aiden, stretching his long legs out in front of him and crossing his ankles. Not that Aiden had noticed the twitch of Finn's firm thigh muscles as he did so. Who are you trying to kid? You're hung-over, you're not dead.

"I should really preface the evening's events with the fact that my date drank neat bourbon

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