Chapter 4
The relentless ache from his head to his toes finally pulled Colin from a thin sleep. He groaned and turned over and over, trying to find a position that didn’t make everything hurt. Hangovers were never pleasant, but tequila hangovers always presented a special form of hell. There wasn’t a position that didn’t hurt, or any particular angle to hold his head that would stop the throbbing. The constant, terrible throbbing. Why? Why had he downed shot after shot of tequila? Why? Why? Why?
The answer to his question came in the shape of blue eyes, golden hair, and a crooked mouth.
A crooked mouth that had felt rather spectacular pressed against his lips.
“Oh my God, what did I do?” He hadn’t really kissed Grady James, had he? That couldn’t have happened. It just couldn’t have. Th
