Page 15 of Reckless With You

You know, Tucker looked kind of hot. In a big brother’s best friend sort of way. But those thoughts were taboo.

But that wasn’t my thing. My thing was falling in love with my best friend.

But that hadn’t worked out, had it?

Suddenly, Tucker was in front of me, the bottle of tequila ripped from my hands, and I was leaning on him.

“Hey, stop copping a feel.”

“You’re mumbling, and I think you said, ‘don’t cop a feel,’ and I’m not. My hands are on your waist, and you’re leaning on me only because you were starting to sway so far to the side that you were at a forty-five-degree angle.”

“Was not.”

“Considering that you hiccupped that, I’m going to say ‘were, too.’” He kissed the top of my head, and I sighed, closing my eyes.

“You smell nice.”

“I know I do. I just showered.”

I took a big sniff. “Why?”

“Because I was working out late at the gym and decided not to get in my car completely sweaty?”

Was totally not going to think about Tucker working out. All sweaty. Just saying.

“Why are you here, Tucker?”

“I wanted to check on you. And I’m glad I did, considering you were dancing around in your underwear with your windows open, the lights on, and your door unlocked and ajar.”

“Oh, God,” I said, still leaning into him with my eyes closed.

“Yeah, oh God. The girls left you like this?”

“Not really. But I don’t really remember.” My stomach gurgled, and I groaned.

“Okay, baby, let’s sober you up and tuck you into bed.”

“I’m not going to bed with you, Tucker. First,ew. Second, Devin would kill you. And maybe me.”

“I’m a little worried thatewwas your first thing.”

I tried to take a step and teetered. Tucker sighed and put one arm beneath my knees, the other under my shoulders. Suddenly, I was airborne, wrapped around him. My anchor.

“Hey, when did you get so strong?” I tapped his chest, his verynicechest, and purred.

Did I just purr?

Oh, God. Apparently, I was really good at embarrassing myself.

“Okay, enough of that.” I knew he was muttering to himself, but I could hear him. At least, I thought I could. I wasn’t a hundred percent sure about anything anymore.

My stomach gurgled again. This time, I slapped my hand over my mouth.

Tucker cursed under his breath, put the tequila on the counter, and ran me to the bathroom.

I was on my hands and knees in front of him a moment later, and not in a fun way. Not that it was going to be fun with Tucker ever. After all…ew.

When did I start saying ‘ew?’ I wasn’t twelve. Dear God, tequila made everything worse.