I jump back a step. “What the fuck? What kind of help?” Worry floods my veins.
And why Sam? Why not me?I’m not jealous. I’m curious. Usually when an addict wants help, they want drugs.
“She asked me to do some investigative work on Weston Blakely. I turned her down.” He glances at Emily who is sound asleep. “What’s that all about? She mentioned him earlier. Do you think he’s supplying her with drugs?”
I claw my hands through my hair, yanking it in the process, and the stinging pain quells the urge to put my fist through the wall. “No idea, man. No idea. But I intend to find out.” I intend to erase Weston Blakely from Emily’s life until he’s nothing more than a bad memory.
10
Emily
Afamiliar dark cloud hovers over my head as I slowly come to. My tongue is glued to the roof of my mouth, and it tastes like something died in there. I search through my mind trying to remember what happened last night.
The bed dips behind me, and an arm tightens around my waist. I stiffen, opening my eyes more fully, and take in my surroundings. I’m on the outside of a stranger’s bed, looking at another twin bed across the way. The covers are neatly made, and I can’t tell if anyone slept there. Posters hanging over the bed confirm whoever lives here is into computer games.
“Hey.” A gruff voice says at my back, and bile travels up my throat. I wrack my brain for some clue as to where I am, but it’s a complete blank. It’s not surprising. Most times after partying hard, I can’t remember a fucking thing about where I was, who I was with, what I took, or who I screwed.
The usual self-loathing washes over me, and I wriggle against the hard, warm body at my back, trying to get free. “Let me go.”
The arm is gone almost instantly, and I stumble out of the bed, falling flat on my ass. I tilt my chin up, gulping nervously, until my gaze locks on emerald-green eyes I’m familiar with.
“Adam?” I glance around me, noticing the layout. “Fuck.” I rub a hand across my chest. “Please tell me I’m not in one of the male dorms.”
“Yeah. About that.” His shirt is wrinkled as he sits up, yawning while dragging a hand through his dark hair. It’s sticking up in all directions, and with the five o’clock shadow lining his chin and cheeks and the adorable lopsided smile on his face, he looks utterly delectable.
And completely fuckable.
Thank hell, I’ve come down from my high, or I’d probably have tackled him by now. A worrisome thought flits through my mind. “Oh my God.” I clamp a hand over my mouth, my eyes popping wide. “Please tell me we didn’t fuck.”
His brows knit together. “We didn’t. Because I’d never take advantage of any girl in your condition, but it’s not good that you don’t remember.” His frown deepens. “And I’m kind of hurt you think that’d be such a terrible thing.”
“I… It… I.” I stop babbling, taking a moment to collect myself. “I have zero recollection of what happened last night, but that’s not uncommon.” I drag my lower lip between my teeth, fighting a blush. “And I don’t think that. Only that it might’ve happened and I hadn’t remembered.”
His lips curl into a smile, almost fading straightaway. “Does that happen a lot? That you wake up and can’t remember anything?”
I shrug, accepting his hand and letting him pull me to my feet. He pats the spot on the edge of the bed beside him and I sit down, noticing my attire for the first time. “What the hell am I wearing?” I tug at the hem of the unfamiliar T-shirt, which barely covers my ass.
“You puked all over the place last night. I snuck you into the showers while Sam replaced the bedcovers.” He waves his hand at the shirt I’m wearing. “That’s all I had to give you.”
“Ugh.” I bury my head in my hands. “I’m sorry,” I whisper.
“It’s okay.” He takes my hands away, and delicious tingles zip up and down my arms at the contact. “Neither of us will say anything.”
“Where is Sam?” I only discovered they were roomies when I stole onto Mom’s home computer to find out which dorm Adam lived in.
“He went to class.”
“Shit. I’ve missed class?” Mom is going to flip out. Not coming home and skipping class is a big no-no.
“We both have, but don’t worry. Sam said he’d cover our asses.”
“How?”
“He’ll hack into the school system and amend our attendance records so no one is any the wiser.”
“Wow. I knew he had mad skills, but that’s insane.”
“He doesn’t normally do stuff like that,” Adam admits, and his voice is strained. “I might’ve had to bribe him to do it.”
