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I kept going. “You need food, Ava, or you are going to regret that beer. Trust me.”
Being slung over my shoulder probably wasn’t the best idea, but I didn’t want to waste time fighting with her.
She tried to raise herself up, so maybe she was thinking the same thing. “How do you know?”
“Huh?”
“How do you know I need food?”
Right. She never drank before.
“Of the two of us, I’m thinking we should go with my knowledge of drinking.”
“Oh.” She got quiet. “That’s a good idea.”
Food it was.
6
AVA
This was what being drunk felt like. Huh.
I was sitting in Zeke’s kitchen, in a chair, by the table, in the corner, in his kitchen—I already said that— and whoa. Wowee. I moved my head upside down, or as much as I could, and the kitchen looked amazing this way too. We should all look at the world this way.
Wait.
I twisted around, laying my head down with my feet up, and oh yeah. This was so much better.
We could walk on the ceilings. The shelves could be benches. It made so much sense now.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“Huh?” I swung my head around and WHOA! Zeke was like a god. Standing. Defying gravity. Staring down at me.
This was amazing.
I was having a spiritual event.
“You’re going to get sick if you don’t sit upright.”
I started to tell him that would defeat the whole point, but I felt a rush of nausea coming on and hewasa god. He totally knew what was going to happen before it happened.
Then I let go and fell. I crumpled to the floor, and oomph. That hurt.
Hands touched under my arm, and I was being lifted. I moved, not thinking, just reacting, and when I blinked, I was clinging to Zeke like a monkey. Legs around his waist. Arms around his shoulders and he was holding me in place with a hand under my ass.
I almost wiggled because that felt kinda good.
I’d not done anything with a guy in so long. It was embarrassing. Made me feel pathetic at times, but then I remembered why, and oh yeah. That was real-world shit. I didn’t want to deal with real-world shit.
“Hey.” Zeke’s voice was all soft. He was watching me, his head angled back so he could see me better, and the concern in his gaze was undoing me. He frowned a little. “Why were you drinking today, Ava?”
I didn’t want to look in those eyes anymore.
I turned, my throat closing up. I blinked away a few tears, but dammit. One got free, sliding down my face.
Zeke walked us over to a counter. He shifted, putting me there, but he didn’t move back. Reaching up, he cupped the side of my face with such tenderness.
