Bedhead, Backwards and Busted
Delaney
From the open doorway to my bedroom, Tessa gave me a perplexed look. "So…you need more time?"
I'd been awake for barely a minute. I'd used that minute to scramble out of bed, pluck up my oversized T-shirt, and frantically put it on while bolting through the connecting bathroom.
By the time I answered the knocking at my bedroom door, I'd been nearly breathless even as I tried to look casual.
And now, here I was, staring stupidly at my sister while my brain tried to catch up. I rubbed at my eyes. "More time for what?"
She gave me a funny look. "To get ready." She glanced down, taking in my oversized shirt, bare legs, and bare feet. "I mean…you're not going for coffee like that?" She looked up, eyeing my hair like I had a serious case of bedhead. "Are you?"
Oh, crap. As I reached up to smooth my hair, a rush of guilt flooded through me.
Coffee at ten.
We'd made those plans just before retiring to our separate bedrooms.
And now, Tessa was looking past me, eyeing the bathroom door, like she expected Maddox to pop out naked.
I knew he wouldn't. I'd asked him – no, begged him – to stay in bed while I dealt with Tessa.
She studied my shirt. "Is that on backwards?"
I answered automatically. "I don't think so."
She squinted. "Are you sure? It looks kind of funny."
Finally, I looked down. All I saw was black cotton fabric and no wording whatsoever, which meant…damn it. The text that belonged on the front was obviously on the back.
Well, that was unfortunate.
Forget Tessa. While I'd bolted for my own bedroom, Maddox would've seen exactly what the shirt said.
Monsters Need Love, too.
But he wasn't a monster. Actually, he was pretty spectacular. And the thought of everything we'd done last night made my skin feel toasty warm in spite of my bare legs and the cool wooden floor beneath my feet.
Reluctantly, I looked up and confessed, "Well…I guess it might be on backwards."
Again, her gaze drifted to that connecting bathroom door. In that moment, I knew exactly what she was thinking. Heck, I'd be thinking it, too.
I was late for coffee, completely disheveled, and blushing like a teenager in trouble.
But was it any wonder?
I was so busted.
I turned and eyed my cellphone on the nightstand. Now that my head was clearing, I recalled not only the plans we'd made for coffee, but also the fact I'd set my alarm to make sure I was awake and ready.
I looked back to Tessa and winced. "I'm really sorry. I guess I didn't hear my alarm."
She gave the phone a dubious glance, like she knew the exact reason I hadn't heard it.
I hadn't been sleeping in my own bed.
Before she could reply, I rushed to say, "Just give me twenty minutes, alright? I'll be showered and ready to go."
When her gaze drifted once again to that connecting bathroom door, I could practically see the wheels turning. She was wondering if I'd be showering alone.
But hey, I wasn't completely shameless.
I totally would.
Maybe.