Seven Rules for Breaking Hearts by Kristyn J. Miller

Author:Kristyn J. Miller
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: St. Martin's Publishing Group

CHAPTER

16

I woke to my alarm with a splitting headache. Whatever success I’d had in keeping my drinking to a minimum was effectively shot to hell last night, but somehow I found myself wishing I’d drank more so that I wouldn’t have to remember it. I was still dressed in my romper, penis-shaped Mardi Gras beads threatening to strangle me in my sleep. If that wasn’t some sort of big, fat metaphor dangling right between my boobs, I didn’t know what was. I yanked it from around my neck—stopping midway to untangle it from my hair—and threw it in the trash.

I reached for my phone to shut off the alarm and checked my notifications. Two missed calls from Mom last night; I forgot to tell her yesterday was the bachelorette party. I made a mental note to call her back later and switched over to my messages, groaning with relief that I hadn’t sent Declan any angry texts after we parted ways. But at the bottom of our texting thread was a fresh message, sent at 6:03 this morning.

Declan: can we please talk about last night

My memory of last night was foggy up until the arcade, and everything that happened after. Those parts were Technicolor, surreal, like an exceptionally vivid dream. I had kissed Declan. Not just kissed him back, but actually wanted him. I had broken Rule Number Six, and I’d broken it bad. There was no way I could dodge him for the rest of the trip. He was the best man, and I was the maid of honor, and they’d planted us in rooms that were right next door. We were going to keep bumping into each other, whether I liked it or not.

But what bothered me more than any rule-breaking was that he was the one to reject me. Not just reject me, but actually get mad that I wanted to have sex with him. Every inch of me burned with humiliation. I didn’t know what sort of weird, puritan background he sprang out of, but where I came from, it was a little old-fashioned to judge a girl for enjoying sex. Archaic, actually. The burning welled in the pit of my stomach, embarrassment brewing with anger. Loathing.

Declan Walsh was a fucking asshole.

In conclusion, no, I didn’t want to talk to him about last night. Instead, I opened a new message to Jo.

Margo: Sorry I disappeared last night. I think the brownies caught up with me.

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