I blink and it’s pitch black in the room. How long was I asleep? I blindly reach for my phone, swiping it to answer.
“Hullo?” I mutter.
“I woke you again. I suck at this.”
I huff a laugh that turns into a groan and roll on my side.
“It’s okay. You can wake me up whenever you want.”
“Are you drunk?” he asks with a chuckle.
“Probably.”
“Probably?”
“Since Thursday.”
It’s silent for a moment, then, “You’re still drunk from Thursday? Damn. You must feel like shit.”
“Sure do.”
“Is there anything I can get for you?”
I smile to myself.
“No, you don’t have to do that.”
“I’d like to,” he says. “Do you want food or something? Medicine?”
“Really, it’s okay.
“Really, Miles, itisokay. Let me bring you something. Oh—unless you don’t want me at your house. I’m sorry, I—”
“No,” I blurt. “No, it’s not that. I just don’t want you to go out of your way over my stupidity.”
“You were just having a good time,” he says. “Nothing wrong with that.”
“Yeah,” I say, my cheeks heating as I recall whatwedid and how ballsy I was that night. I know I get brave with alcohol, but jerking off in the bathroom at Crown & Veil while video chatting with someone is a whole new level. One I’m not sure I can beat. “Okay, fine. You can bring me things, but on one condition,” I say.
“What’s that?” he asks, sounding humored.
“You have to stay for a little while.”
“I planned on it.” I hear the smile in his voice.
“Good. Okay. Uh, stairs are hard right now, my head is pounding, and—”
“Do you need medicine?”
“I took some, it’s just not helping. I think I need more water.”
“I’ll make you a care package. I’ve had my fair share of rough hangovers.”
“You? Mister calm, cool, and collected?” He laughs but says nothing. “Anyway, I’ll have Audrey leave the door open so you can come up when you get here. That okay?”
“Of course.”
“Thank you,” I say, smiling as my eyes fall closed.
