Thrill Ride
Sneak Peek
Pink hair. Pink freaking hair. There’s a girl in my bed with pink hair.
I shut my eyes and rub my forehead, cursing the slightest bit of light that’s coming in through the blinds. It’s way too bright for this hangover.
I glance again at the colorful-haired girl tucked into the pillow, sleeping soundly. She’s Melody Hayes, the eccentric, bubbly, and unbelievably annoying cousin of my best friend’s new fiancée.
Great.
I’m not usually the one-night-stand type of guy, but the drinks were flowing at the South Florida Riders Christmas party last night, and I guess Chase Kennedy’s outrageous Jumbotron proposal had all us single dudes feeling some type of way.
I’ve been waiting for the one since I was a teenager. And I know for a fact that the one isn’t the hippie yoga teacher sleeping in my bed.
Even if we did have a wild, mind-blowing, incredible night together. One night. That’s all it was.
“Morning.” She rolls over and smiles at me, her face flushing as she clearly feels the classic morning-after awkwardness as much as I do. Her light pink hair falls in soft, shiny waves around her striking face, which is somehow already charged with energy and vibrance.
I sigh out a laugh and raise my brows. “Hey.”
She scrunches up her face and rubs her eyes, looking kind of adorable and very sexy.
I’m hit with a flashback of her wide eyes and sinful smile from last night. And her body…Christ, her body. She bends in ways I didn’t even know people could bend.
I shake my head and run a hand through my hair. It was an electric, unforgettable hookup with a crazily fun and outrageous girl. Nothing more.
“Um, so…” Melody laughs softly and sits up in the bed, curling her knees against her chest and hugging them. I swear she could fold up and fit into a suitcase if she wanted to. “Last night was fun.” She has trouble looking at me. “I don’t normally do that sort of thing.”
“Yeah.” I reach over and toy with a strand of her silky hair. “Trust me, neither do I.”
“I find that hard to believe,” she says, whipping her head toward me with a playfully annoyed giggle.
I shrug and lean back against the pillow. “Well, believe it. Besides, you’re not exactly…my usual type.”
She laughs and shakes her head. I can’t tell if she wants to kiss me or punch me in the face. Maybe both. “I’m not your type? You couldn’t be more opposite of my type!”
I nod slowly, imagining the bearded, sandal-wearing, vegan hipsters a girl like Melody probably goes after. “I definitely believe that.”
“So this was just a stupid, one-time, hookup-y thing.” She waves her hands through the air and slides out of the bed. “It was silly and…”
Pretty fucking great. “Yeah.” I sigh and get out of bed, pulling on a pair of sweatpants. “One-time thing. We…” I gesture back and forth between the two of us as she slides into her clothes from last night.
“Would make literally zero sense together,” she finishes with wide eyes, straightening the skirt of the sparkly red dress she had on at the Christmas party.
My mind races back to last night again. That dress. Frantically trying to unzip it while I stumbled into the bedroom, slamming into the door, carrying her with her legs wrapped around me and our mouths glued to each other.
“Zero sense,” I agree.
