Page 58 of Strum Me

I force myself to sit up, my phone falling from my chest. For some reason, my pants are half way down my legs and—

Oh fuck.

I check the screen of my phone. Seven messages, all from Emily.

I can’t believe I’m doing this.

I want you too.

Do you want to know what I’m doing?

Brad?

Brad are you still there?

You came and passed out, didn’t you?

You suck!

Oh no, no no no no no!

I scroll through the messages from last night. I can’t believe what I’m reading, and that it went so far. If I wasn’t so hungover, I’d probably have to jack off again. As it is, I’m horrified. it is not what I wanted to happen with her. But oh God, the tequila. It gets me every time.

There’s only one way to deal with this.

Grovel.

I don’t wait for coffee before I send her a message.

I’m so sorry, I don’t know what happened. I must’ve fallen asleep. Forgive me?

No. Comes the answer.

Let me make it up to you?

You’re obviously still drunk.

Butter?

Let’s just pretend it didn’t happen. It’s probably good it didn’t.

I miss you.

Get used to it.

What? You are still coming aren’t you?

Yes. It was a figure of speech.

I’m glad you’re still coming.

Don’t get used to that.

You coming?

Anyone coming.

Yes ma’am. I’m sorry again.