"Look at it this way," I tried to get rid of the slur in my voice. "We both won."
"As if."
The amount of alcohol I had just consumedmade me stumble easily when she lightly pushed me back, grabbing hold of the counter to keep myself from falling. I had to blink a few timesto focus my vision. When I could see again, she was smirking at me.
"Pay up."
It was safe to say that I had no idea how I got home that night. I vaguely remembered the girl. I definitely remembered what we’d done in the dingy pub bathroom- where I absolutelyhadn’tbeen thinking about another person of an entirely different gender. All that mattered right now, however, was my blinding headache, dry mouth and heavy body.
I’d probably thrown up some time last night, too.
Iheard the door open but didn’t turn around. “This better be important, I’m in the middle of a very pressing hangover situation .”
I caught the soft snort of whoever the intruder was.
“Wow. That’s new.”
I tensed when I recognised the voice as Dean’s and beganprayingthat he wasn’t here to give me more shit.He sounded a little winded, but he had been out all night on border patrol and had just gotten back, so there was nothing much to think of that. He also sounded very sarcastic.
“Hey, I hardly ever get drunk.”I muttered as I pushed myself into a sitting position, keeping my back to him.
“Right. My bad. It was Stryker who was hungover the first morning at the inn we stayed in,”he shot back sardonically. His voice definitely sounded strained.
“Yep.” I smirked.
I jumped when the young man, uninvited,flopped down onto my bed, an arm covering his face and his chest rising with shallow breaths.
“Hey.” I rose to my feet “you alright?”
“Hm. Peachy.”
Ifrowned, scrutinising him silently. His posture was stiff, the arm over his face ended in a clenched fist and his skin looked pale.
“You don’t look peachy.”
He jumped. His hand flew to his left side.
Iraised an eyebrow as Dean slowly looked at me. “What was that?”
“Nothing.” He replied bitterly “it was nothing.”
Iscowled “liar.”
“I-“
“Let me see.”I didn’t know why I cared. I didn’t. I was still traumatised by what he’d said and the ridge it had put between Matt and me.Becauseof me.
“Theo.”
“Dean.”
Westared at each other, eyes narrowed. Then Dean let out a frustrated growl and turned his narrowed eyes to the ceiling.
“Matt’s been rubbing off on you.”
I had to hold back a flinch, clenching my jaw and taking it as permissiontopull his shirt back, grimacing when it stuck to the spot.
“Is that blood?”
