All of a sudden, I felt very tired.
“Fuck it. I don’t even care anymore.”
My head swam, dizzily. Holding it upright felt like a task, in and of itself.
I had the undeniable urge to sit down.
“Peyton?”
I half-walked, half-stumbled back to the couch. When I fell, it was Colson who caught me. His strong arms snatched me from the air, and laid me back to the cushions with surprising gentleness.
“Are you—”
“I’m fine,” I told them. “My head still hurts, that’s all. Just… just give me a few minutes.”
The room was hot. Or I was hot. Or maybe both. It was all so confusing.
I let the lids of my eyes close, and it felt dangerously magnificent — almost better than sex, even. It went against every impulse I had; to take them up on their offer to let me go before any of them changed their mind.
But at the moment, a few minutes was all I needed.
