He sighed. “Long story short, you went to eat at Hopps with Cody. Then y’all got to talking, and the anger at your father and sister started coming out. So you decided that a few drinks was the answer. You arrived at the bar where the bartender, Shade, decided to serve you a tequila with lime on the rim. Though he went out of his way to hide that he did it. Your lips started to swell, which clued you in on what he’d done. Cody went to the store next door and forced some Benadryl into you.”
“Fuck,” I murmured. “And how did I get here, with you?”
“You told Cody that you would be fine on your own. Cody and I made the executive decision that you wouldn’t be. So, you came home with me since Cody had to help her dad plow the streets.”
“The storm,” I mumbled. “Was it bad?”
“I have no clue if two feet of snow in one night is bad. But everything is shut down. Even Bunyan’s,” he muttered, unwrapping his arms and legs from around me.
I tried to block out how upset I was at the feeling of loss, but choked it down to focus on more practical matters.
The urge to pee was upon me.
I started to unroll myself, unsure just how I’d become so entangled in the sheets.
I finally freed myself from the sheet when I stood up and stretched.
When I felt bare air on my behind, I hastily tugged my t-shirt back down and gasped. “I’m so sorry.”
I had no clue what I’d done last night to warrant being completely changed into just a t-shirt—his t-shirt that smelled phenomenally good—but I knew that I’d done something.
Hopefully I didn’t try to sleep in the bathtub again…
“For what?” he asked from the other side of the bed, hand propping up his head.
“I don’t know what I did last night to warrant a change of clothes but…”
“You made snow angels in the snow,” he said. “You were soaked by the time I got you inside. You changed into one of my shirts on your own, and I ran a load of laundry with your wet clothes.”
“Oh.” I paused. “That’s not too bad.”
Not bad at all.
Definitely very tame for me and Benadryl Mable.
“Though, that was after you dove face first into the snow and told me you should probably just stay there overnight.”
I winced. “I swear I’m not this bad during my sober hours.”
He jerked his head toward the bathroom. “Bathroom’s through there.”
I took the hint and scurried to the bathroom, closing the door quietly behind me.
When I got the door firmly closed, I took a look around at the space.
The walls were made of pine, stained clear so you could see all the beautiful markings.
The floor was a darker brown, as was the ceiling. The sink was copper, with a massive faucet that matched.
But the shower area was what held me hostage.
It was…nice.
So very nice.
It was a huge walk-in, floor-to-ceiling white tile with a tub in the very corner that was calling my name.
“Hey, Romeo?”
