I love it here in his arms, but a piece of me knows that this is going to end sooner than later.
When I wake up, the light from the window feels like it’s burning my soul. My head pounds. My stomach aches. My throat’s dry.
“Dildo,” I manage to mutter, but he’s not beside me.
I blink a few times, trying to adjust my eyes to the bright light. I feel beside me, and the bed’s empty. I pull my hair out of my face and take in the empty room.
I force myself out of bed and drag my feet to the door. I hear the guys in the kitchen area. I sneak into the bathroom and take the longest pee known to mankind. And then I look in the mirror at the ratchet girl staring back. My hair’s a wreck. I have sleeping lines down my face. I laugh at myself until it turns into tears. I think I fucked up last night. I ruined my chance with Dane. I woke up in Dylan’s bed. I close my eyes, feeling my head spin. I blink, trying to remember whether we hooked up. I grab my throbbing head and walk back to Dylan’s bedroom.
I fall on the bed, searching for my phone, when I hear Dylan say, “Good morning.”
I hide my face. “Hi,” I force myself to say, but it’s muffled.
“Here,” he says, sitting next to me.
I keep my face hidden for a few more seconds, and then the smell of food hits me fast. I look over, and my stomach churns at the smell of eggs and bacon.
“Are you serious?” I ask, sitting up.
He’s not fazed by how bad I look, which is relieving. He nods, handing me the plate. He points at the nightstand and says, “Water and medicine.”
My chest tightens at the sight. “Are you serious?” I whimper, feeling tears drop down my face before I can stop them.
His eyes widen as he watches me wipe my cheeks.
I laugh, taking the plate of food and eating a bite of bacon. “Are you serious, Dylan?”
“Why’re you crying?” he asks, confused.
I blink, making more tears fall. “I’m just thankful I get to wake up to this.”
I take a few more bites, and then I grab the water and medicine. I take the pills and finish off the water.
“Don’t ever let me drink again.”
He stares at me as I keep eating.
“How long have you been up?”
He tilts his head. “A while.”
I cover my mouth. “Was I ugly snoring?”
He chuckles. “No, you look cute when you’re sleeping.”
I shake my head at him and start on my eggs.
Once the food’s all gone, he takes the plate and walks out of the room.
I reach for my phone and see that Alix texted me. It’s literally paragraphs, and my brain can’t read through it right now. I open social media, look at my notifications, and decide I can’t deal with that either.
And then I leave the room because I decide I need to go home.
Westley and Dylan are in the kitchen. Dylan’s cleaning, and Westley’s scrolling on his phone.
“Hey,” Dylan says.
“I need a shower––”
