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“I need a shower. Don’t come after me,” he said solidly. My shoulders fell in defeat as I watched him walk away, and the entire world felt like it was crumbling.
How could I have been so fucking stupid?
Because I was drunk.
As I surveyed the clothes strewn across the room, I picked up my underwear from the edge of the bed.
The answer was more than obvious. It wouldn’t be the first time I got drunk and took someone to bed, but Henry wasn’t like everyone else. He was different. Delicate, even.
And I’d just signed a one way ticket to destroying the foundation of something beautiful, something epic.
“The one good thing to happen to me in years, and I fuck it up. Good job, Gray,” I said to myself, sighing in defeat as I headed to the door. The Breakfast cart was sitting at my doorstep, with an itinerary, but no annoying Cam to be found.
Even the staff knows I’m a fucking idiot.
I pulled the cart in, grabbing the itinerary and scanning the activities for the day. My sister had planned a morning hike to the Brideshead Waterfall, complete with waterfall side dining for lunch, and a formal dinner at Wildfyre, a reservation only restaurant between our glampgrounds and the Brideshead Resort’s main lodge.
My stomach rumbled with hunger, but when Henry came out of the shower, not even turning to look at me, or acknowledging me at all, I lost my appetite.
CHAPTER 31
Grayson
The hike to the falls wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be, but I wasn’t the only one who was hungover and tired as hell. Leave it to my sister, who had a liver made of steel, to book a mid-morning hike the morning after we’d been drinking for the majority of a whole day.
I sucked down some more water from the cooler on site, trying not to be a total creeper, but I couldn’t take my gaze off Henry. I’d contemplated trying to talk to him, to apologize and tell him I was sorry, that I didn’t mean for anything to happen…
I still couldn’t remember exactly what happened, but all signs pointed to the obvious.
We slept together, and I didn’t even remember it.
I wanted to remember it. Wanted to recall the feel of his body pressed against mine. I wanted to remember the look on his face as I inched my way inside him. I wanted to remember the moment he called my name, shattering around me.
But there was nothing. Nothing where those perfect memories should be, and I hated it.
But what was worse, was that Henry wouldn’t even look at me. Instead, he avoided me like the plague and had taken up social interaction with his sister and Julie instead.
The Brideshead Waterfall raged behind me, a force of nature. It was beautiful, and the moment itself a stunning one, but I couldn’t enjoy it because I wished I could be spending it with Henry by my side.
“Henry giving you the cold shoulder over your drunk makeout?” Giselle asked quietly.
“What?” I nearly jumped five feet off the ground.
“Last night? The festival? You two could barely keep your lips off one another,” she said with a smirk.
“I… don’t remember.”
“That sucks,” she said taking a drink of her own water.
“Henry’s such a reserved person to begin with. You, on the other hand…” She crossed her arms, nodding toward him and Mia who were laughing about something Julie said as she animatedly moved her hands.
“Drunk or sober, you’re a total diva,” she teased.
“I am not a diva,” I snapped.
“You are the Susan Lucci of Jasper Springs, Gray. Dramatic as fuck.”
I scowled. “Am not.”