Accidentally Wild (The Wilder Brothers)

“So, you know this is her. We didn’t…?”

It was like he couldn't say it. At all.

“We couldn't have. I mean, we didn’t leave this room, right? We came up here after the pool, and we didn’t leave,” I said.

“Did you wear that outfit to the pool? I don’t remember seeing you in it?” Everett asked.

I bit down onto the inside of my cheek as my eyes fell back to the letter.

Congratulations on your marriage!

“It has to be. It’s the only explanation. Look, Jessica practically made it her personal mission to get me—”

I peeked over at Everett and felt his gaze heavily on my body. It made me shiver, but not in the best way.

“It doesn’t matter. I know this is Jessica. She’s found out somehow that we slept together, so she’s pulling a fun practical joke at our expense,” I said.

“Is Jessica that type of girl?”

“Her and Lucas had a running pool a couple of days ago as to whether or not we had slept together when we went inside the hotel to get a drink that day.”

“What?” he asked.

“Yep. You can devour your brothers for it later,” I said.

I tossed the card back onto the tray of food. I wasn't hungry any longer. If this was some sick practical joke from Jessica, then she had gone too far. This wasn’t funny. Faking a marriage like she had done wasn’t funny. She knew how I felt about the topic. How I felt about intimacy in general. She would never attempt to convince me that I had married someone.

At least, I didn’t think so. Not until this very moment.

“Well, that’s a relief if it’s true,” Everett said.

“Sorry it’s so gross being married to me?” I asked.

“Not what I meant. Don’t do that.”

“Then what did you mean?”

“I just meant that this isn’t how I do things.”

“Trust me, it’s not how I do things either.”

I sighed and closed my eyes as I pinched the bridge of my nose.

“Look, I should get on back to my room,” I said.

“You don’t want to eat?” he asked.

“With a man who’s practically disgusted at the fact that he could have married me? No, thanks. Plus, I have a best friend to annihilate.”

“I’m not disgusted at the prospect. It’s just—”

I heard him sigh and it made me turn around to look at him.

“I move slow. I do it intentionally for many reasons. This? It’s not slow. Waking up next to you was nowhere near slow. I had a plan on how to do all this, and this wasn’t it.”

“You had a plan to sleep with me?” I asked.

“No. I had a plan to ask you out on a proper date when we all got home. You know, after the drunkard vacation.”