Chapter 4 Morning After Confessions

The smell of coffee wakes me up, and I drag myself out of bed, already knowing who brewed it. Only one person had access to the loft.

"Sleeping Beauty is finally awake," Cam announces as I step into the kitchen and slump into a chair.

"Good morning to you too," I mutter, accepting the mug he places in front of me.

"How long have you been here?" I ask, wrapping my hands around the warm cup.

"About an hour or two," he replies, settling into the seat across from me. "Someone forgot to text when she got home, so I had to get here early and make sure you were still alive."

"Sorry," I mumble, tying my hair up with a band.

"What's that?" Cam suddenly asks, squinting at my neck. My hand instinctively flies to the mark Aiden left there last night.

"Is that a hickey, Hadley?" he squeals, jumping up from his seat and moving toward me. I shake my head quickly, palms flying to my face.

But once Cam starts, there's no stopping him.

"You've got a hickey, which means you were making out with a man-which can also mean you took my advice and had sex!" He claps his hands like it's Christmas morning, and I groan.

"I did no such thing," I defend weakly.

He scoffs. "I know a hickey when I see one, babe, and that's definitely one. Spill the tea."

"Fine," I sigh. "I had a wickedly hot make-out session with a man last night. But we did not have sex, okay?"

"Okay, okay. Soooo... who gave you that hickey?"

I go beet red.

"For fuck's sake, don't tell me it was Sam!" he gasps, dropping his coffee cup like it's hot.

"It's not Sam. And I'm insulted that you think so little of me."

"You know I don't," he says earnestly. "So are you gonna tell me or should I combust from curiosity?"

"Combust all you want, my dear," I tease, standing to rinse my cup.

"Oh, come on! You're not still mad about the Sam comment, are you?"

"I'm not mad. Just... offended," I say with a shrug.

"Please tell me who it was!" he pleads, following me upstairs.

"Why can't you just tell me? I'm your best friend!" he whines as we reach my room.

"Because I'm embarrassed, okay?!" I yell, dropping face-first onto my bed and curling up.

There's a soft laugh before I feel the bed dip under his weight.

He gently squeezes my legs and pats my back.

"Why are you embarrassed?" he asks.

"Because I came undone in the arms of a man I just met," I groan.

"I had a freaking make-out session with a stranger. I was even dry humping him in his car..."

Cam laughs.

"Hadley, you never cease to amaze me. You're embarrassed about that? What should I do then, seeing as I had a one-night stand with some guy I met on a bus? Be humiliated?"

I twist around and rest my head on his lap.

"I don't know. I just... felt-"

"Babes, we're in our twenties. If we don't do these things now, when will we? At seventy?" he jokes.

"Like you're going to stop being a man-hoe at forty."

"Amen to that!" he shouts, and I roll my eyes.

"Back to business. Who's the mystery man? Where'd you meet him?"

"On set," I answer, and he freezes.

"You're kidding," he says, eyes widening.

I shake my head.

"So was it one of those hot stunt guys we love drooling over? Or someone from the crew?"

"Cast, not crew. And he wasn't a stuntman."

"Major or minor character?" he asks.

"Major. Like, really major."

He gasps. "Babes, don't tell me it was Aiden Wilde."

I groan and bury my head under a pillow.

"Oh my God! You've got to tell me everything. How did it happen? Was it good? I mean-this is huge! You went from ditching your cheating ex to grinding on Hollywood's most eligible bachelor!"

"Was it good? At least tell me that."

"Wickedly so," I sigh, letting my head fall back onto his lap.

"So what are you going to do?" he asks, pulling out his phone.

"I don't know. I'm still too embarrassed."

I catch him scrolling. "Are you Googling him?"

"Of course. You won't, so I have to."

"Did you know he just ended a relationship with his female co-star last month?" he adds.

"Nope."

"There's tons of news on him. Apparently his relationships don't last long. And-whoa-look at this shirtless pic of him tanning in the Maldives. Damn."

I sit up.

"That's enough information, thank you very much, Cameron."

"You're welcome," he says sweetly, locking his phone. "Now, once again... what are you going to do?"

I stare at him for a long moment, then sigh.

"Honestly? I don't know."