But it’s good he’s making use of them, especially if it’s helping him learn the material.
“Logan,” he whispers, my name leaving his lips rather sluggishly.
“Yes, Camden?”
“I’m sorry you had to come get me.”
“It’s fine,” I tell him, finding I really mean it.
Sure, I’d rather still be tucked into bed right now, but I much prefer this than the alternative of him getting behind the wheel in this state. Or getting in a car with someoneelsewho had been drinking.
“I didn’t want to be there anymore,” he states plainly.
“Were you not having fun?”
“I was ‘til someone tried to kiss me. A guy at the party. I think his name was Josh. No, Jason? I dunno. Some J name.” He lets out a little huff before continuing, “But I said ‘No, I have a boyfriend named Logan.’”
Warmth spreads through my chest, his confession hitting me in the most unexpected way. With the way I’ve seen him act—all the people he’s brought through his revolving bedroom door—I’d have thought he didn’t know a thing about being faithful. As it turns out, even shitfaced out of his mind, he still made sure to stay loyal to our fake relationship.
And for some reason, I’m sort of…moved by it.
“Ugh, nooo. You’re mad,” he grouses, only to hit me with the most insane set of puppy-dog eyes I’ve ever seen on a human. “Are you breaking up with me now?”
“Is it really breaking up if we aren’t actually dating?” I counter.
“I dunno. You’re the smart one. You tell me.”
I chuckle softly. “You just called me dumb like two minutes ago.”
“‘Cause I wanted you to keep talking,” he says, like I somehow missed how obvious his intentions were. “Andsee?It worked. Maybe I’m smarter after all.”
I chuckle, thoroughly amused by his antics.
While I was expecting the drunk version of Camden to annoy me to no end, he’s actually pretty funny. Kinda cute too, but in the same way a sad little puppy on the side of the road is cute. It may be covered in fleas and smell like it lived its whole life in a sewer, but there’s no chance I’m just leaving it there to get hit by a car.
And damn if that look he just gave me isn’t enough to melt even my ice-cold heart.
“Tell you what,” I start, glancing at him. “I’ll only fake break up with you if you throw up in my car. Think you can handle that?”
“Mhmm,” he murmurs as another dopey little smile crosses his face.
That’s enough to keep him quiet for the remainder of our drive back to the townhouse. I offer him some support while getting out of the car once we arrive, but he insists on walking himself inside. He stumbles up the walkway and almost trips on the front steps, but somehow he manages to make it through the front door without my help.
However, that’s where his luck runs out. The second I flick on the living room light, I catch him flying ass over tea kettle, evidently tripped by the couch on his way to the stairs. He lands behind it with a loud thud, and a wave of panic has me rushing to his side.
“Shit. Are you okay?” I ask, dropping to my knees beside him.
“Mmm,” he groans. His head rolls against the wood as his eyes peel open, finding mine. “Watch out. Couch came out of nowhere.”
Relief floods my nervous system that he’s clearly not dead,though a concussion isn’t completely ruled out.
“You could’ve waited for me to turn on the light, genius.”
I regret the words the second they leave my mouth, and even more so when his gaze leaves mine in favor of the ceiling behind me. All the playfulness from earlier is gone in an instant, and he starts shifting his weight to get up.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.”
He shakes his head, wincing before he mutters, “Is fine.”
