Accidentally Wild (The Wilder Brothers)

He had plans to ask me out? Officially?

“You know this could be Lucas,” Everett said.

“Is he a prankster?” I asked.

“Let’s put it this way. When my brothers and I found out he had gone to the hospital, we all thought it was an elaborate prank he had come up with.”

I giggled and shook my head.

“Jessica and he sound like two peas in a pod then,” I said.

“Right? I mean, can you imagine the horrors we’re all in for with their betting pools and their pranks?”

“We’re going to kill them, you know that, right?”

The two of us shared a nice little laugh before I sighed.

“There’s a better chance that this was delivered to the wrong room,” I said.

“The card doesn’t specify names. It’s completely plausible.”

“Maybe Jessica and Lucas got married last night?”

“Honestly? I wouldn’t put it past him. Lucas has always been a knee-jerker when it comes to things like that. He moves way too fast and gets too hot too heavily. And his room is to the left of mine.”

“Jessica gets in too quickly as well. Maybe we should go check on them? Make sure they aren’t missing the breakfast they’re looking for?” I asked.

Everett turned his head to the left before the smile slid from his cheeks. He still wasn’t convinced. And honestly? Neither was I. There was a massive chunk of time I was missing, and there was still the question of how I got my clothes in the first place. I remembered enough from last night to know that I didn’t go to the pool with these clothes. Which meant I left Everett’s room at some point in time to get them.

And made my way back.

I closed my eyes and drew in a deep breath. I could do this. I could remember. I’d never in my life gotten so drunk I had lost time. Then again, I’d never slept with a man I barely knew and woke up in his damn bed. I sat on the edge of the mattress and put my head in my hands. I swallowed hard, trying to get my tongue to unstick from every surface of my cheeks. I pressed the heels of my palms into my eyes to keep my creeping headache at bay, and soon I felt a presence standing in front of me.

“Here. This will help,” Everett said.

I looked up and saw two white pills and a small glass of water staring back at me. When did he get these? I peered up at him and was instantly drawn into his eyes. His aquamarine orbs sparkled with the morning sun and his lightly-tanned skin looked good enough to feast on for breakfast. I shook the thought from my head and took the contents from his hand.

“I don’t know why I feel as bad as I do,” I said.

“It might be from this,” he said.

I watched him dip down to the floor before he brought up an empty glass bottle of tequila.

“Where did that come from?” I asked.

“I don’t know. But it’s in the room. It was partially under the bed, actually. On my side. I found it while you were groaning and trying to keep your headache at bay.”

“I was groaning?”

“You were doing a lot of things, but groaning was one of them.”

“Am I still drunk?” I asked.

“Probably just tired. Not woken up. Do you usually drink coffee in the morning?”

“I definitely don’t drink champagne, that’s for sure.”

“I can make you a small cup of it. But you should drink another glass of water before you have something as dehydrating a