Free Touchdown: A Bad Boy Sports Romance (Pass To Win Book 1) by Roxy Sinclaire

I’d let her sleep it off and make her breakfast in the morning to ease her inevitable hangover. When I couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore, I stripped off my shirt and pants. I often sleep in the nude, so I was providing her a courtesy by leaving my underwear on.
    I figured she would be fine with me sleeping next to her. After all, she was trying to get me naked before she fell asleep. I kissed her on the head and rolled her onto her side in case she got sick during the night.
    I rolled the other way, hoping that just once, everything in the universe would align so we could have one perfect night together.
    Maybe our relationship wasn’t meant to be perfect. Maybe she would always keep me guessing. Maybe this would all implode, and I would be turned into dust, her shining bright as ever.
    I didn’t care. Against my better judgment, I would do whatever it took to be with her.

14

Alexa
    W hen I woke up , I couldn’t even open my eyes. My head pounded so hard that it hurt just to raise my eyelids. Also, I hadn’t washed off my makeup, and a combination of mascara and false eyelash glue made things more difficult. I didn’t need to open my eyes right now anyway.
    I drifted back to sleep for a minute. I dreamt that I was on the sideline cheering for Martin. There were more people in the stadium than I had ever seen in my four years on the team. My parents and Sebastian were sitting in the front row. I looked down and realized that I was wearing nothing but my bra and underwear. I tried to keep cheering like nothing was wrong, but thousands of people were pointing at me.
    I woke with a start. I felt terrible. It took me a few seconds to realize that I had no idea where I was. It looked like my room, but none of these belongings were mine. I looked at the bed and saw Martin there, with a bare arm and leg hanging off the side of the bed. Why was he naked? Why was I in bed with him? Suddenly, I was very aware of my own nakedness. I quickly pulled my clothes on, waking him in the process.
    “Good morning,” he said sleepily. “How are you feeling?”
    “What is going on?”
    “Please tell me you didn’t black out again,” his smile turning into a frown.
    “I must have, because I have no idea why I’m here,” I said, frustrated.
    “Don’t get upset, you’re the one who got in my bed first.”
    “Who let me have all of that alcohol?” I asked.
    “You did,” he responded. “We tried to convince you it wasn’t a good idea, but you kept pouring yourself drinks.”
    “This is a nightmare,” I said, holding my pounding head in my hands.
    “I’m sorry you feel that way. Last night was one of the best nights of my life. I wish you could remember it.”
    “Are you kidding me?” I shouted at him.
    I felt violated. We were in bed together, naked, and I didn’t remember a thing. If I was so drunk that I blacked out for several hours of my life, then how could I even be conscious enough to have sex?
    I ran into his bathroom and locked the door. I steadied myself on the edge of the sink and cried. I really liked him. How could he have sex with me when I wasn’t even sober enough to be into it?
    I looked in the mirror. I looked horrendous. Makeup was smeared all over my face and my hair was a tangled mess. I couldn’t walk back to my dorm like this, people would see. I took off my clothes and stepped into his shower.
    I heard a knock on the door.
    “Alexa, open the door. I don’t think you understand.”
    I understood, all right. These guys were all the same. They act all sweet and kind, but they only want one thing. I felt stupid. I’d been in similar situations before, but with guys who meant nothing to me. I was starting to think I could really trust him.
    I squeezed a small dollop of his body wash in my hand and rubbed on the sticky spots on my body. Someone must have spilled a sugary drink on me. The smell gave me instant flashbacks to resting my head on his chest.
    I rinsed it off, but the smell stuck in