Chapter 21

Jake groaned as he stirred. His head was killing him and his mouth felt like he had swallowed a bunch of cotton balls.

He opened one eye, then closed it quickly as the sunlight hurt his eyeballs from the inside out. He heard the groan next to him and opened his eye again, seeing the auburn head of Sam. Well at least he knew the woman in bed with him. Jake didn't remember much else.

"Oh gosh, kill me now," Sam mumbled, lifting her head. She groaned and put it back down, grabbing a pillow to put over her head.

Jake rolled towards her, his arm going around her. Sam jumped, turning her head slowly under the pillow and curling back a corner to peer out from underneath it.

"Hey," she barely whispered. "How'd I get here?"

"I think we celebrated last night," Jake told her.

"Please don't shout," Sam groaned.

"I didn't," Jake said, rubbing his forehead wishing he could rub his headache away. One foot draped to the floor, hitting something. Jake looked over the edge of the bed, seeing the empty champagne bottle. Well that explained why they were both hung over.

"I need a shower," Sam murmured.

"Yeah, I'd say we both do," Jake nodded and groaned as shooting pains went through his head.

Sam got up on one elbow and looked around.

"Do you see my clothes?" she asked.

"No," Jake responded. "I don't see any of our clothes."

"At least I have stuff here now," Sam flopped back down.

"Yeah," Jake tried getting up and put his head in his hands as he sat on the edge of the bed. "I'm never drinking that stuff again."

"What stuff?" Sam asked.

"Champagne," he reached down, picking up the bottle to show her. "I mean it, Brat. No champagne at our wedding."

"Not a problem," Sam groaned. "I'll hit anyone who ever tries to get me to drink that stuff."

Jake snorted and then groaned. He licked his lips.

"My gosh, I have the worst cotton mouth," Sam complained.

Jake flicked a glance towards the beautiful woman in his bed, but for once he didn't feel desire. He was too hung over to even think about it.

"Want to shower first?" he asked.

"Yeah maybe," Sam answered. "If I can actually walk without falling over."

"Let me get you a pair of sweats," Jake stood up, wobbling on his feet for a moment. Sam had never seen him like this before.

She watched as he walked to his closet and got out a pair of his GBC sweats for her.

"You can pick out your own underwear," Jake opened his drawer. The sound of the drawer opening made his head hurt.

Sam tried to get up, but fell back upon the bed, groaning. Jake sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at her. He noticed her bruised lips.

"Oh," Sam weaved on her feet as she stood up. Her hands came to her head and she groaned. Her eyes met his. "No champagne."

"Never," Jake said and Sam nodded once, then moaned when she did.

Sam shuffled to his dresser to reach in and grab a pair of her panties. She didn't care what color they were or anything else. Sam picked up the pair of sweats that Jake had gotten out for her and moved slowly towards the door.

She blew him a kiss and yanked open the door. Bryan was just coming out of the bathroom. Sam screamed, shutting the door.

"What's the matter?" Jake stood up, wobbling on his feet.

"Bryan's out there," Sam hissed, blushing furiously.

"What?" Jake yelped, moving Sam aside and opening his bedroom door.

"Hey bro," Bryan greeted Jake, a wicked grin on his face.

"Why are you here?" Jake asked.

"Um, I live here?" Bryan laughed.

Jake groaned and shut the door.

"Jake, he saw me naked," Sam groaned.

"He won't say anything to you," Jake promised, putting his arms around her. Gosh, she felt so good in his arms even though his skin felt like every nerve ending was being shocked. He hated feeling hung over like this, almost as if he were apart from himself. He vowed never to do it again.

Sam nuzzled into his neck.

"I love you," Sam whispered against his skin.

"I love you too, baby," Jake returned. "You better put the sweats on before you go down the hallway. If Bryan's home, they all might be home."

"Jake, he saw me naked," Sam reminded him.

"You saw Quinn naked," he countered.

"Yeah, but he was wearing a hammock," Sam said.

The two of them snorted. Gosh, nothing was ever boring with them.