“Thought I lost you,” Jay says, pressing a bottle of water into my chest.
All I see is the endless supply of liquor luring me with its siren song.
“I gotta go,” I stammer despite being rooted to the floor.
Jay’s smile veers toward forced.
“But we just got here.”
A verbal response is impossible. There’s bile filling my mouth. Or am I salivating for a hit of something—anything—to hold these mangled pieces of myself together a little longer?
Long red nails dig into Jay’s shoulder, spinning him halfway around. The stunning brunette from the couch barely spares him a glance; her heavily lined eyes shoot daggers at me.
Clearly, this nightmare doesn’t want to end.
“Not gonna say hi, Win?”
Her voice is a bolt of lightning to the dome.
“Andrea?”
Her once waist-length hair is now a rich chocolate bob with streaks of red peeking out from beneath. The sassy cheerleader I remember has been replaced by a bold bombshell.
One that was just squeezing Remy’s thigh.
My stomach rolls.
She crosses her arms over her chest, leveling an stern glare at me.
“You two know each other?” Jay asks, head oscillating between us.
I’m gonna throw up.
“Win went to Kingsbury with us for a year, though he was significantly less tattooed back then,” she says to Jay, eyes never straying from mine. I wish they would because the look she’s giving me says she knows way too much.
Does she knoweverything?
Did he tell her the truth about us?
Or did he not tell her at all?
I don’t know what’s worse.
Jay nods, shooting me an annoyed glare.
I shrug, because what else am I supposed to say? Sorry, we've known each other for less than twelve hours and you’ve spent the majority of those hours trying to get in my pants?
“It's been a while,” Andrea muses, tipping her chin at me. “What brings you back?”
I glance over her head— she’s short even in a pair of platform boots. Shouldn’t she be with herboyfriend?
“Uh,” I stall at the same time Jay says, “He just got out of rehab.”
Jay is officially on my shitlist.
Andrea’s stunned face makes my molars grind.
“I’m heading out,” I mutter, turning—
