Only Her

“In less than an hour,” she whined.

“Well damn, no wonder you are sick.” He stepped over her and flushed the toilet then he started to lift her off the floor. He took her phone out of her hand and saw numerous text messages from Tag on her screen.

Her boyfriend was pissed. He was going to be even more pissed when he realized that Luka stayed the night here. Luka gave a little chuckle at that thought. He tucked her phone into his pocket, threw her jacket over his shoulder then put his hands under her arms. She was deadweight in his hands. “Let me be Luka. Please. I feel terrible.”

“You going to puke again?” He asked hesitating.

“I don’t think so.”

“Then I’m taking you to your room. You don’t want Ava to see you like this. Your dress is torn. Your ass is hanging out. Your hair is a mess. You, my girl are one hot mess.”

She laughed. “Brett calls Ava, Lil mess.”

He scooped her up into his arms and she laid her head on his chest, snuggling into him. Luka had to remind himself to breathe. She was light as a feather as he carried her down the hall and up the stairs without even getting winded. He had to get her to open her bedroom door since his hands were full of her. She snuggled right back against his chest. “I need to wash my face,” she told him when he sat her on the bed.

He stepped out of the way as she staggered to the master bath off the bedroom. She didn’t even close the door. Skylar grabbed a cloth from the linen cabinet and washed her face. Then she brushed her teeth and gargled with mouthwash. She started to head into the bedroom when she stopped looking at her backside in the mirror. She was horrified by what she saw.

“Jesus, you can see my ass.”

“I’ve seen it before,” Luka informed her.

She felt too shitty to care. She turned off the bathroom light and staggered back to the bed where he perched. She flopped on the bed face down.

“I feel like hell,” she moaned.

“When was the last time you had alcohol?” He asked.

“Two years ago.”

He laughed. “So you decided to drink five beers in an hour,” he teased. “Where’s your pajamas I’ll get them for you.”

“Why are you still here?”

“I’m staying,” he told her.

She rolled over onto her back. Hell he could almost see up her dress now. Her leg was bent at the knee pushing that flouncy skirt up to mid-thigh. He leaned over her and pulled the skirt down for his sanity and her modesty. “Why are you staying?”

“What if Ava gets sick in the night? You are in no condition to drive.”

“That is unlikely.”

“What if you get sick again and need someone?”

She threw her arm over her eyes. “It wouldn’t be you I’d choose to call.”

“Now that just hurts,” he told her. “I’ve been nothing but nice to you.” He walked across the room and began rooting through dresser drawers looking for pajamas.

“What are you doing?” She raised her head to see him rooting through her drawers like he owned the place.

“Looking for pajamas.”

“Third drawer down, skinny chest in the corner.”

Luka moved over to the tall, six-drawer skinny chest in the corner and removed her pajamas. Shorts like their daughter wore and a matching tank top; both were light blue. Skylar’s didn’t have a rainbow heart on the chest.

He walked over to the bed and laid her clothes on the bed beside her. She peeked out from beneath her arm then grabbed the shorts. Skylar was changing before his eyes. She slid her hot pink panties out from under her dress and his eyes widened in surprise.

Skylar pulled the shorts up beneath her dress. She sat up pulled her hair over her shoulder. “Would you unzip me?” She asked. Her head was practically laying in her lap. She could barely hold it up.