Various bottles of alcohol littered the space around them, and two opened pizza boxes sat on the coffee table next to one laptop that had an ended video call screen, and another that was playing some rom-com. Aimee was giggling and couldn’t seem to stop. Eloise was nearly comatose on the couch, and Annalise was storming back and forth ranting about finding Brittney and making her life a living hell.
Aimee knew.
It was like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. Now I could tell her what I knew—though maybe that was a bad idea. If she found out that I knew and didn’t tell her—thatcould be devastating. I could tell her now, but the odds of her remembering…
I stared at her.
Yeah, the odds weren’t good.
Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes bright and a bit unfocused. Her ranting friend finally noticed me, and came storming at me. Her finger pointed at me like I was to blame.
“You,” she seethed.
“Lukas!” Aimee squealed, and scrambled off the floor.
Aimee launched herself past the friend who looked like she wanted to murder me. She slammed into me before I could properly catch her and I went stumbling back. She laughed and latched onto me, her arms wrapping around my waist.
“Youresuhwarm,” she mumbled into my sweater.
“You,” the girl seethed again, and Aimee just nuzzled closer.
I held one hand up in surrender, while I tried to un-cling Aimee from around my waist.
“Annalise, leave Lukas alone. We like him now,” Eloise called from the couch.
“You got to dump hot chocolate on him for being a dick, so now I get to put the fear of God in him.”
“That’s Orion’s job,” Eloise half mumbled, half yelled.
Annalise scoffed, and Aimee tightened her grip and started giggling. Drunk Aimee was dangerous and clingy.
“Suhwarm,” she slurred, rubbing her cheek on my chest.
Maybe I was a jerk to not pry her off of me, but I liked her pressed against my body.
“So, I’m not on your shit list anymore?” I asked.
“To. Be. Determined,” Eloise said from the couch, her hand in the air punctuating each word.
“Lukas,” I glanced down at Aimee who had her chin pressed into my chest, her eyes a bit glazed but wide.
She had this little teasing smile on her face. I ignored Annalise, who was still glaring at me, and brushed Aimee’s hair off her face.
“Loo. Cus,” she said.
“You’re so drunk,” I teased.
“Lucy. Oh! That’s what I’m going to call you. Lucy,” she cackled and pulled out of my arms.
I couldn’t even be mad, I grinned like an idiot as I watched her scamper back over to the couch and collide with Eloise. She then leaned over and grabbed a half full cup off the table and downed it.
“Eloise, I like Lucy so mu—hic— ch,” she sighed in between hiccups.
“Who’s Lucy? I thought you liked Lukas?” Eloise couldn’t even open her eyes, it was amazing she was so coherent.
“Loo. Cus,” Aimee giggled and sagged against Eloise who grunted.
“He’s so hot.” She sighed again.
