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it shouldn’t have been that weird. With a sigh, I stepped into the shower next to the big man, who was all soaped up and looking yummy.

Fuck, am I still drunk?

Possibly. My vision did seem a bit cloudy.

Riley smiled and switched spots with me so I could be under the showerhead. I stood under the hot water for a few minutes. My skin felt like it was on fire, but the water felt good despite the temperature.

My thoughts assaulted me while I stood under the showerhead. Riley was a decent guy, which was why he had offered to marry me, but I think this was a mistake. I loved my best friend, but it was no secret that he was kind of anti-relationship and the king of casual hookups. There was no way he seriously wanted to be married to me. It was an impulsive decision to correct a terrible problem, but I could fix this. We had to get an annulment, and then everything would be fine.

I bit my lip to prevent the moan from escaping my lips when I felt his hands begin to massage my scalp. It took a bit for my drunken, foggy brain to realize he was washing my hair for me. Oh my God, this man was something else. His fingers massaged tenderly, but I kept my eyes closed. There was no way I could look at him. He was being so gentle and caring. Fuck, was he going to be a good husband or what? But not for me.

His hands moved from out of my hair, sliding through the suds and across the top of my shoulders. He slid the bar of soap across my body until I finally opened my eyes and muttered, “Thanks.”

I looked up at him. I was a tall woman, but at six-feet, Riley still had a few inches on me. Like three inches, but still. The water poured down his face, and he looked as tired as I felt. Maybe he was as hungover as I was, and he was just better at hiding it. His hand was still on me, slowly sliding across my skin until it rested on my hip. That’s when I felt his erection pressing up against my leg.

“Riley!” I yelled at him.

He laughed. “I’m sorry; it has a mind of its own. Can you blame me, though? In the shower with a hot naked woman? Of course I’m gonna get hard.”

I rolled my eyes. “You mean I didn’t break it last night?”

He laughed. “You sure did try.”

I shook my wet hair at him, and he laughed. He pulled his hand away from me, and we switched spots so he could wash his hair while I put conditioner in my hair and washed my face. The water had started to cool, so Riley cranked the handle closer to red, and we switched again so I could wash the conditioner out of my long hair. Riley stepped out of the shower by then, but I spied him rubbing a towel over his head behind the glass door. I shut the faucet off and wrung my hair out as best I could in the shower.

Stepping out of the stall, my eyes traced again over Riley’s ridiculously fit body. He was at the sink gargling mouthwash, so maybe he was suffering from a hangover too. I grabbed a towel from off the rack and dried myself off as best I could before wrapping it around my head and walking back into the bedroom.

I didn’t feel quite like death warmed over anymore, just death slightly cooled, but it was better than nothing. I went into my suitcase and pulled on a fresh pair of underwear and a t-shirt. I unraveled the towel from my head and began to brush my hair out, then checked the clock on the bedside table and saw that it was seven am. Why the fuck was I awake so early? I didn’t even want to think about looking at my phone yet.

Big arms wrapped around my waist from behind, and kisses were peppered down the slope of my neck.

Why is he being so sweet to me right now?

“How do you feel?” he asked against my ear, and I had to pretend not to shudder. Maybe I was still drunk because I wanted him to keep on kissing me and never stop.

“Like hot garbage,” I muttered.

He laughed and hugged my back closer against his chest. “Come on, sweetheart, come back to bed. Sleep will help you.”

I finished brushing out my hair, but it was still damp. Fuck it. I turned in his arms and saw he was still in his towel. Something inside me snapped to attention, and I leaned up to kiss his mouth tenderly. He kissed me back, and then the towel dropped to the floor, and he led me by the hand back into the bed. But we didn’t have sex again, and I was partly disappointed but partly thankful because I still felt sore from the previous night even though we used a lot of lube. He stretched out on the bed beside me and tugged me closer to him, so my head was tucked onto his chest. While I drifted off to sleep, still a little drunk, I felt his arms around me, making me feel safe and secure.

When I awoke again, it was to a cold bed, and I half wondered if I had dreamt of having sex with my best friend all around my hotel room. But then I looked down and saw the silver ring on my left hand, and I knew it had happened.

I ran a shaky hand through my hair with a sigh. Riley was nowhere to be found, which was bad because we really needed to talk about this marriage of convenience thing we had going on. It was nice for him to step in and marry me last night, but it would be best if we got it annulled and

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