Emma frowned, as though she still wasn’t all there yet.
“Ugh, my head is killing me,” she mumbled.
“Do you have any recollection of this evening’s events?” he teased.
“Too loud,” she protested. “Make it stop.”
Will chuckled and kissed her forehead and got up to leave, but Emma grabbed his arm. He looked back at her. Her eyes were hooded and red, and her face and lips puffy from crying. But something about that raw vulnerability made her look irresistible.
“Stay,” he commanded. When he didn’t move, Emma pulled him back down to the bed and climbed on top of him. She crashed her lips on his in a scorching kiss. Will was equally surprised and turned on by her boldness, but he would not keep this up if she was still drunk.
“Emma,” he reluctantly pushed her away. “Y
