wake up you sleepyhead haul your hiney out of bed

The light of day casts a whole new perspective on last night’s choices, and even though I thought I was making a sound decision, it’s obvious now I was conned by lust…and alcohol. “Holy shit,” I whisper and look over at Hank to find him smiling. I peer over the edge of the bed where condom wrappers lay scattered. The crinkle of a wrapper halts my flight. I swing my feet out of bed and lower them to the ground. “Just shut up and do it.” When he closes his eyes, I toss my pillow over the top of his head. I’m pretty confident my backside isn’t as well defined as his. I want to get out of bed and get dressed.” I’m not ready to be naked in front of Hank in broad daylight. “Huh?” He rests his arms behind his head and yawns. “And you’ll be in the kitchen distracting your parents. This is something I’ve done often enough I could label it a skill. Gigi and I have run every possible scenario. They’ll think I’m coming from the back.” Gigi’s bedroom is on the side of the house. “They won’t know I’ve come out the window. “What if someone goes outside and sees you? It’s”-he turns to look at a clock-“eight-thirty.” I’m prepared to slap my hand over his mouth should he start laughing. I mean, I haven’t done this”-I point to him-“but I’ve snuck out the window. Lots.” I wave my hand to emphasize that it’s no big deal. I roll away and sit up again, tucking part of the sheet under my arms and wrapping the rest around my backside. “There’s my exit.” I point to the window. My mom is staying home.” I give the room a quick scan. “How do you figure you’re getting out of here if not through the front door? Dad and I are headed to the golf course. “You tell no one.” I point to emphasize my words. “I’m not so sure they’ll react like you think.” He’s a guy so he doesn’t understand the way a mother’s mind works, or his sister’s for that matter. My mother would put an announcement in the social page of the paper, the engagement section, not five minutes after gaining this knowledge. If our family gets wind of this…they’ll go nuts.” I shake my head. Everyone wants to set me up because they think I need to be getting serious again. I continue, “I’ve been divorced a year now. Let me tell you how it will go down if anyone finds out about last night.” I sit up, rest on my elbow, and face him. I don’t want anyone to know.” Just saying it makes my stomach clench with apprehension. I don’t think they’ll care if they find you here.” His voice is a low baritone and I worry it will carry. I flip the covers off my face, then clench them to my chest, “Hush. Dad’s anxious to get to the course.” Her voice fades, indicating she’s moving down the hallway. “I’m up, Mom,” Hank says, not even moving an inch. The doorknob rattles, and I fling myself back, pull the covers up over my head, and try to burrow underneath him. He opens his eyes, or at least the one eye I see as he’s lying on his stomach.

When he doesn’t move, I lean close to his ear. I clutch the sheet to me as I shake his shoulder. Now is the time to get the hell out of Dodge. Now is not the time to get distracted by his assets or lost in the memory of how wonderful last night was. “Hmmphh? To slee….” Hank mumbles and his warm body rolls away, exposing his firm, well-defined backside. I’d rather face all of hell’s demons than have her find me here, in her guest bed, naked, with Hank. This is her childhood bedroom, now a converted guest room, and the voice on the other side of the thin door is their mother, Ms.

Lying next to me is my best friend’s older brother, Hank. Time to get up, sleepyhead,” his mom calls. “Hank, Dad says you have a tee time in one hour. Why had I agreed to come here? What would make me throw caution to the wind and risk ruining a friendship? Mortified, I drop my head and cover my eyes with the sheet. Each blink offers a short snapshot of my surroundings. My contacts are dry, which makes them feel stiff and scratchy and my vision blurry. Gasping, I pull the sheet up to my chin, squint, and do a long blink. The blanket falls, exposing my bare breasts. Time to get up.” Hank’s mom, calling through the door, wakes me from my sleep.ĭisorientated, I sit up with a jerk. She gets her own love story (and we get to see her as not the mean girl) in the short story He’s the One. One more fun fact: Melinda is the mean girl in this book. But then I got the rights back and rearranged the books and it’s like Joey from Friends would say, “Its a moo point.” Why is Paisley’s story book1?”Īnd I was like, “Well, that’s that just how the publisher did it.” and I’d shrug awkwardly. But then I wrote Josies story and people were like, “Wait, Josie’s story comes before Paisley’s story. The Girl He Knows was actually the first book I’ve ever written and the first book in this series. Today’s first chapter is book 2 in the No Strings Series.

Wake up you sleepyhead haul your hiney out of bed