“Dude, close your eyes and just…don’t hit yourself,” Everett releases a heavy sigh.
“Everything is spinning,” I say with a groan. “The world. The car. My life. All of it just…going.”
Everett is quiet for a second. “That’s sort of how it goes. I’m going to take a guess and say that this is because something happened with Tessa after we all left.”
I turn my head to face him. “Yup. It did.”
“You’ll figure it out—when you’re sober.”
“Sobriety changes nothing.”
Unless it can change reality. Although, I think that is what happens when you’re drinking so, if that’s true, then I should keep drinking.
I think I have whiskey at home.
Whiskey is good, and if I drink enough, I can have a whole new reality.
That would be ideal.
Everett chuckles. “You can’t drink yourself into a new life. If anything, you’re going to spend tomorrow wishing you didn’t try it. Trust me. I know that all too well.”
“Yes, well, fuck off,” I mutter. Then I close my eyes, resting my face on the cool glass, trying to keep my stomach from releasing its contents along with the thoughts in my mind.
All of it rolls around, bouncing with each bump.
I broke all my rules for her and now, I broke both of our fucking hearts.
twenty-four
Tessa
I’m pacing at the front entry, waiting to see headlights.
I got a call from Hazel that she was at the bar and Killian was not doing well. Then fifteen minutes later, I got a text that Everett was driving him home and was going to need help getting him in the house.
The foyer brightens as the truck pulls up. I head outside as Everett is climbing out. “Hey,” he says.
“Hey, Hazel said you’d need help?”
He nods. “He’s passed out. Maybe between the two of us we can get him inside.”
Great. “Let’s try.” Killian is snoring in the front seat, face plastered against the side of the window. “If you open that door, he’s going to just flop out,” I warn.
“That’s half the fun,” Everett jokes, or at least I think he’s joking.
Thankfully, Killian stays passed out. Everett climbs in the front and I watch from the window as his beautiful green eyes open after Everett slaps his cheeks a bit.
“Tessa, my angel.”
Oh boy.
I open the door carefully. “Hey there. Do you think you can walk inside?”
“Your bed or mine?”
I snort a laugh. “Yours.”
“Just like our first night,” he slurs. “The sex was great then.” I glance at Everett who is just grinning. “The way your mouth was when you were on your?—”
