He lies next to me. “It’s crazy. And a little scary.”
“No shit. There is no way I am ready to be an adult.”
“Eh, I’m sure we’ll be okay.”
“You’ll be okay. I’m not so sure about myself. You’ll probably grow up and conquer the world.”
He looks over at me. “Do you think I would ever go conquer the world without you?”
“Maybe.” I shrug my shoulders. “I’d probably mess up your big plans.”
“Never. This thing between us? It’s not going anywhere. We’ll grow up, go to college, and take on the world. Together.”
Oh, Beau. The constant optimist. But he has a point. There is no way we will ever go through life without the other. What we have is just too damn special.
Chapter twelve
Put on your Big Boy Pants
Beau
Present day…
My eyes slowly open, and I try to take in the room around me.
Where the fuck am I?
My contacts burn in my eyes since I apparently slept in them, and my head is pounding.
I hear a far-too-cheerful, “Morning, sunshine.”
Craning my neck, I see Christie walking into the room.
Well, shit.
I don’t even remember coming over here last night. In fact, I remember Dylan walking me home. Why the fuck didn’t I just go to bed?
Christie must see my wheels turning because she says, “Wondering how you got here, huh?”
Before she takes a seat on the side of the bed, she hands me a glass of water and a couple of aspirin.
“Thanks,” I mumble before tossing them down my gullet.
“Well, last night, after a particularly shitty day, I texted you to see if you wanted to have some fun. You said yes and came over.”
I press my thumb and finger into the pounding in the center of my forehead. “Did we?” My voice trails off before I can finish my thought.
“Oh, no.” She laughs. “You were way too drunk for that.”
Thank God.
While I have had sex while drunk before, I never want to be so fucked up that I don’t remember.
I don’t know why, but something about it just doesn’t seem right.
Christie looks at me. “Do you want to talk about what had you all tore up last night?”
“What did I say?”
