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Instead, her expression softens. Any ounce of worry is washed away and replaced by pure relief. Without saying a word, she drops her head to the crook of my neck and wraps an arm around my torso. Hooks a leg over my waist and she wriggles closer until she's all but lying on top of me. Out cold again in less than two minutes.

My arms twitch at my side, begging to pull her even closer. I shouldn't. She's not in her right mind. She doesn't know what she's doing.

I. Shouldn’t.

But I do.

I can't help myself. My arms have a mind of their own as they snake around her waist, hauling her the rest of the way on top of me, that familiar, comforting weight spreading warmth throughout me.

And I fall asleep.

The next thing I know, I’m blinking awake, squinting against the bright light flooding the room, briefly very confused. Wondering if I dreamt the last few months.

And then the sleep fog coating my mind clears and it all comes flooding back.

Just for a moment longer, I let myself revel in her clinging to me before I carefully slide her off of me. Not careful enough; I freeze when she makes an annoyed grunting noise and jerks awake.

Confusion flashes in a blue gaze when Luna finds me hovering on the edge of her bed. Something else flickers there too, something I can't put my finger on, before she wipes her expression clean. Propping herself upright, she drags a hand down her face. “Did we fuck?”

Her harsh tone makes me wince. “No, we didn'tfuck.”

“Then why are you here?”

The cold detachment in her voice, on her face, pisses me off but I'm too tired to fight with her. I can’t.

Sighing, I give her the short version of the story. “You got too drunk last night so I brought you home.”

“My knight in shining armour,” she grumbles sarcastically under her breath. Yawning loudly, she stretches, her t-shirt riding up her thighs and catching her attention. She stares at the material for a moment, a hint of a blush coloring her cheeks but it fades as quickly as it appears. “If we didn't fuck, why am I half-naked?”

“Blame yourself for that.”

Her nose scrunches, and I can't tell if it's out of embarrassment or regret or maybe both. “Great.”

“Be happy it was just me and not the two creeps you tried to leave with.” Fuck, I regret that as soon as I say it.

Luna frowns. “What?”

“Nothing. Never mind.” I get to my feet quickly, suddenly struck with the need to get out of here. She doesn't remember any of last night. That's fine. It's probably for the best. If she remembered asking me to help her, asking me to stay, relying on me, it would only make things worse.

A mixture of confusion and frustration creases Luna's face for a moment before she adopts that infuriating indifference. Sitting back on her heels, she crosses her arms over her chest. “So. That's what happened.”

It's my turn to be confused. “What?”

“I tried to leave with someone and you got jealous. Had to whisk me away, right? Save me from my whoring ways? No one's allowed to touch what's yours?”

“Jesus... no, Luna.” I gape at her, not quite believing what's coming out of her mouth. The jealous part, yeah, a little; no one wants to watch their ex-girlfriend get chatted up right in front of their eyes. But if she'd been sober, if those guys hadn't been creeps, if she'd actually wanted to go home with them, I wouldn't have stopped her. It's not my place.

But saving her from her whoring ways? Fuck off with that shit.

She's pushing me again, fishing for an argument that I really don't want to give her. Shaking my head in frustration, I snatch up my jacket and shove my feet into shoes. “I'm leaving.”

“Yeah, you're good at that,” she snarls at my back.

Fuck this.

“Okay, enough.” I whirl around, pure anger directing me back towards her. “Don't you fucking dare. I didn't leave.”

“I-” She tries to butt in, probably with another snarky comment but I don't let her.

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