She hadn’t expected him to pick her up. Nor had she expected Nem to stop yelling. Both things made her feel that much more guilty. Lottie had done some truly stupid things after drinking tequila, but never before had she felt ashamed as she did this morning. Where did she even begin to apologize?
Well, there were the words, of course. But they seemed very small and insignificant in the face of the humiliation her brother had just endured and the justifiable irritation of her sister. She just sucked with family all the way around these days, didn’t she? In a few minutes, she’d go explain to Nemesis that she’d simply go stay with Peitho or Harmonia. Maybe removing herself would ease some things with her sister. But Deimos…
Lottie glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. She totally screwed this up. First, she shouldn’t have made a decision like sleeping with him while she was drunk. Not that she regretted it, she didn’t. But it should have been a sober decision, one made with due consideration and thought to his feelings. Not just how he felt when his skin rubbed against hers. She wasn’t some horny teenage mortal. She knew better.
Then to compound the situation, she’d managed to plop them into a bed that didn’t belong to her. What should have been a pleasant morning had turned into a fiasco that ended with him sitting there in a pink, fluffy robe. Even though he’d said he was okay with what they’d done last night, he couldn’t possibly be okay with this. Deimos was never going to speak to her again, and Lottie wouldn’t blame him one bit. But before he stopped talking to her, she had to say something.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t mean for…” Well, actually, she’d not meant for any of it to happen, but she didn’t want him to get the wrong idea so she couldn’t say that. No matter what she said, it was probably going to come out wrong, though. “I missed. I meant to go to my room, and I wasn’t paying attention, but this is all my fault. And I’m really, really sorry. Really.”