Blissful Valentine: A Novella Read Online Free

didn’t end up with some creep who did god knows what to me. “That was my first and last frat party. Let’s get this breakfast over with so I can go on with my life.”
    He lets his head fall back against the vinyl booth and exhales loudly. “Hey, all you need is a wingman and you can still party without any of the downfalls. ” He sits up and raises his eyebrows.
    “What can I get you two?” The waitress steps to the table and chimes in, tapping her pen against a small pad.
    I let my coat slide off my arm onto the seat of the booth. “Coffee and toast.”
    Dean slides his cup toward the end of the table. “Coffee and the Hungry Man’s Special.”
    The waitress heads into the kitchen and returns holding a coffeepot. She fills our cups and tosses some creamers and sugar packets on the table. “The rest will be right out.”
    I dump a packet of sugar and a creamer, into my coffee. I take a sip. Ah, the pounding of my head lessens to a dull thump. The aroma of fresh ground beans instantly perk me up. Wait a minute. I took a drug that makes people want to hug and cuddle. Sure, I woke up fully dressed, as did Dean, but what the hell happened?
    Taking another bracing sip, I set my mug down on the table. “Is the wingman willing to share his secrets?”
    He slurps his coffee and narrows his eyes. “Maybe.”
    I tap my fingers on my cup and look down at the table. “How did I end up in your room?”
    He rubs the back of his neck. “The punch kicked in and you were extremely friendly, and hot.”
    I lower my eyebrows and shoot him a death glare.
    “No, I mean hot. E makes you hot and thirsty. We went outside to cool off and that’s when you heated things up.” He winks.
    I cover my mouth with my hand, and then slowly lower it to the table.
    He sips his coffee and flashes a half smile. “No worries. I carried you up to my room and you passed out on my bed. Good thing you had a wingman.”
    My god, he’s right. If I drank that punch and hadn’t met Dean, this morning would be going way different. I guess I should thank him, or beat the crap out of him and his frat brothers for putting drugs in drinks where unsuspecting girls like me end up high on E.
    I bite my lip. “Maybe having a wingman isn’t terrible.” Closest thing to a thank you I can give at this point.
    “Not all frat boys are assholes … Most of us are, but not all of us.” He winks.
    The waitress comes over and sets two slices of perfectly browned toast in front of me and two heaping plates filled with pancakes, bacon, eggs, and home fries in front of Dean. “You kids need anything else?”
    I shake my head.
    “No thanks.” Dean stabs a pancake with his fork and takes a bite.
    I nibble on my toast, trying to ignore the stench of Dean’s breakfast. My stomach churns. Please let me keep this toast down.
    “You know, I could use a wingman myself. ” He shoves a piece of bacon in his mouth.
    I drop the piece of toast back on my plate and tilt my head. “Sorry, my days of partying are over.”
    He slugs a sip of coffee. “I doubt that.” He shovels a forkful of eggs in his mouth. “Seriously, I could use a heads-up on which chicks to stay away from on campus.”
    I take another bite of toast. “Lesson one: no one anywhere ever likes to be referred to as a chick.”
    “See, I need you.” He winks.
    A shiver sweeps through my body. I dart my tongue along my lips, catching a few toast crumbs. “Why do I feel like I’m in the middle of a teen movie?”
    He chuckles. “Yeah, this would make a great script.” He slugs more coffee. “Want to be each other’s wingman?”
    Every brain cell screams no but I can’t seem to get the words out of my mouth. It’s like my body is part of a raging civil war. Really? Wingman? Seems like a creepy way to try and get in my pants. Except for the fact that he could have gotten into them last night and didn’t. My stomach flutters. Guess it would be a good way to keep his idiot frat brothers away from