Page 61 of The Revenge You Seek

I'm sure the last thing Luca wanted last night when he finally stumbled up here was to find me curled up in his bed.

Chances are, he'd brought a girl up here and I ruined his night.

"Stop overthinking it and lie the fuck back down, babe."

"I, um… I really should—"

"Lie the fuck back down?"

A laugh falls from my lips. "I was going to say go."

"I'll take you back later, don't worry. Right now, I'm too fucking hungover to deal. Now lie the fuck down and give me something to cuddle."

I snort but regret it when my head pounds.

"Y-yeah, okay," I cave, lying back down and curling up with my back to his chest.

He loops his arm around my waist and pulls me even tighter into him, so tight that his morning wood pokes me in the ass.

"Uh… Luc…"

"Shhh. Cuddles."

I open my mouth to respond but before I find any words, a soft snore falls from him.

Smiling, I relax back and tuck my hand under my cheek, closing my eyes and praying for a few more hours of sleep.

I must eventually drift off because when I come back to, the bed beside me is cold. Thankfully though, my head does feel a little better.

Turning over, I crack my eyes open and find Luca slumped back on his desk chair staring at me. He's only wearing a pair of gray sweatpants, and fuck, is it a sight to wake up to.

"Morning sleepyhead," he says, his voice still rough from sleep.

"You should have woke me."

"Nah, you looked too peaceful. There's water and pills if you need them." He nods toward the nightstand and I can't help but sigh at the welcome sight.

"Thank you."

I slide myself so I'm sitting in bed, more aware than ever that I'm just dressed in his shirt and a tiny pair of panties.

Memories from the night before threaten to surface but I force them down with the painkillers.

"So…" Luca starts, and my heart sinks. He wants answers and I'm not sure I'm prepared to give them to him. "How exactly did you end up in my shirt and in my bed last night?"

"Um…" My cheeks burn as I think about what actually happened in his bed last night. The image and sensations of Kane between my thighs hit me and my entire body flushes hot. "I… uh… had too much to drink."

"And you just happened to find my room?" I know what he's thinking. I've never been here before, the chances of me finding it in a drunken stupor are slim.

"Apparently so," I mutter, my face burning with embarrassment. "I hope I didn't ruin your chances with a girl when you found me here."

"Let," he sighs, his head tilting to the side like a cute puppy dog. "I'll always put you first if you need me. You know that."

Guilt rips through me because by the fact I'm here right now, it's clear that I wasn't putting him first last night. Not that I had a lot of chance to put much thought into anything.

I pull his sheets around me, needing to hide. My body aches and I already know that my skin is marred with marks and bruises from him. I can't let Luca see them. He will undoubtedly lose his shit if he thinks Kane has even laid a finger on me.

"I'll leave you to get sorted. You hungry? I make some mean pancakes."