“I don’t know,” she finally says, blinking.
“What don’t you know?”
“What we did.That’s what you’re wondering, right?What we did with each other last night that led to us waking up in bed together.Naked.Because let me tell you, Declan, you got absolutelyhammeredlast night.You’re never been a good drinker.Always a lightweight.But I’ve never seen you that blotto.”
“I’m an excellent drinker.The best,” I tell her.“But you?I think…” I’m remembering something.“I’m pretty sure that you kept showing me your boobs.”
She lets go with a strangled laugh.“You wish.”
“No, you whipped out your boobs in public.A few times.”
She belches.
“Turn your head, Summer.I’m getting up and going to the bathroom.”
“Are you going to throw up?”
“Turn your head.”
“Why bother?I’ve already seen it.”
“Turn your head anyway, just to humor me.”
She turns her head, and I lurch for the bathroom.While I stand and piss out a night’s worth of alcohol, I try to figure out what to do next.What to do about Summer.
After I flush, I wash my hands, throw cold water on my face, and slam two glasses of tap water.Turning off the faucet, I stare at my reflection in the mirror.Bloodshot, red-rimmed eyes.Swollen lips.Unshaven.Pale skin with a green tint.
I look like I’ve been rode hard and put away wet.
“And you probably were, you fucking bastard,” I tell my reflection.“What did you do to her?You had drunken sex with your best friend.You used the sweetest woman on the planet for your own pleasure, you low-lifeshitweasel!”
“Who’re you calling a shitweasel?”Summer calls from the other room, startling me.I was hoping this is nothing but a hallucination, that none of this is real.But now that I know she’s really out there, naked and in my bed, I’m tempted to hide in the bathroom for the rest of the day.Eventually, she’ll get bored, and she’ll leave.
But I don’t want her to leave.I don’t want it to be a hallucination.
“Man up, dickhead,” I whisper to my reflection.I grab a towel, knot it around my hips, and pour a third glass of water, this one for Summer.I suck in a huge gulp of air before opening the door.
Summer’s on the edge of the bed, wrapped in the duvet and blinking against the bright morning light.Her hair is messy and uneven.So fucking sexy.
You shitweasel wankhammer.
“I don’t know where my clothes are,” she says.“This is going to sound strange, but I have this foggy memory of Beyoncé taking off my clothes.Maybe not.But I’m naked and I’m pretty sure Beyoncé was involved somehow.”
“Beyoncé?”I stick the glass of water in front of her, but I feel a memory clicking into place in my brain.“Here.”
“Thanks.”She drains the whole thing and burps again, setting the glass on the bedside table.
Bed.Side.Bedside.
My bed.Beside me.In bed.
Yeah, I’ve fucked this shit up but good.
Summer shrugs and stands, careful to pull the duvet around her shapely bottom.“I’m going to take a shower.I ordered room service for both of us, so if it gets here before I’m done,do noteat my bacon.If you even think about touching my bacon, you’ll live to regret it.”
That was a completely normal thing for her to say.Summer doesn’t seem freaked out at all.She’s not talking aboutit, but she’s not freaking out aboutit, either.
Shouldn’t she be?What the hell’s the matter with her?I’m certainly freaking the fuck out.And I don’t want to freak the fuck out by myself!
