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“What if I call you in two hours,” she teased, removing her hands from underneath my shirt and lowering her legs to the ground.
I tried calming my rapid heart rate as I picked up her discarded sweatshirt and held it out to her. “Tonight is off the table.”
She raised an eyebrow, and I knew I’d made the right decision. She looked faded as hell, and the double shot I’d sucked down was starting to make itself known.
My buzz was ratcheting up big-time.
“But what about tomorrow?” she asked softly, reaching out to give one of my hoodie strings a tug.
“Tomorrow,” I said, swallowing hard, “is anybody’s guess.”
twenty-eight
Sophie
I wasn’t ahundred percent confident I wasn’t going to throw up all over the table.
After finally falling asleep at two thirty with a wicked case of the bed spins, I’d awoken at six to the world’s nastiest headache and an even more wicked hangover. I wasn’t much of a drinker, but I remembered from college that greasy breakfast food usually helped.
So I’d gulped down four Motrin and went straight to the continental breakfast.
But now, staring down at the bacon, eggs, and country potatoes, I couldn’t be sure the cholesterol gorge would stay down.
My phone buzzed as I looked at the morning news show the hotel had selected as breakfast viewing. I pulled out my phone.
Max:You are a terrible human for forcing me to do the double shot and now I shall perish from this hangover. THE worst.
That actually made me smile in spite of my queasiness. I texted:I have Motrin if you want some.
Max:Okay so now I’ll have to forgive you. What room are you in?
That made me think of last night’s stairwell make-out session and my begging him to have sex with me. Thank God the details were fuzzy or I would expire from the embarrassing fact that I’d offered up my supply of condoms and he’d given me ano, thank you.
The fact that he was hungover, too, made me feel better.
I texted:I’m actually down at the continental breakfast.
Max:Greasy food—great idea. On my way.
I don’t know what I expected, but when Max finally appeared, he looked like shit. He was wearing a T-shirt, basketball shorts, flip-flops, and a head full of tousled hair. His cheeks were rosy and his eyes were bloodshot, and when he sat down across from me, I swear to God I could still smell the whiskey.
“Hey there, sunshine.”
He gave me a look. “Fuck right off, assbag.”
“Wow,” I laughed, feeling better just looking at poor, pathetic Max. “Some people areveryunpleasant in the morning.”
“Motrin, please,” he barked, looking at my heaping plate like it offended him.
“Oh.” I cleared my throat. “Well, it’s not down here, it’s in my room.”
He sighed and whined at the same time, sounding like a child.
“Here.” I slid my key card over to him, trying not to smile. “It’s on the bathroom counter, room 1213.”
“I’m not going into your room without you.”
“Why not?” I asked, scooping some scrambled eggs onto my fork and hoping for the best.
