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Did I bang my head against the wall?
Because it sure feels that way.
“I wish I wasn’t.” I grab my head, willing the pulsing pressure to go away.
“I can imagine you do. You drank quite a bit and didn’t throw up.”
My stomach rolls at the mere mention of throwing up; I try to swallow, but my mouth is as dry as a desert. “It’s still a possibility. What time is it?”
“Just past noon. But I figured it would be best to let you sleep it off for as long as possible. You’ll be miserable one way or the other, no sense in hurrying it up.”
“Thanks, you’re the best.”
“If I were the best, you wouldn’t feel like shit right now,” Grace mutters. There is a beat of silence before she asks tentatively. “Do you remember anything about last night?”
“I…” My brows pull together as I try to search through the fog that’s clouding my mind. “A little?”
I rub at my temples as I try to remember what actually happened. I remember the two of us going to the football game. And then somebody posted about a party, the pre-gaming at the apartment, the dancing. Lots and lots of dancing and drinking, dim lights, and loud music pulling me into that familiar oblivion I’d been craving, and then…
Flaring brown eyes flash in my mind, the anger and hurt, and desire swirling inside them as he glares at me.
That’s why I promised I’d never fall in love again. The only thing it ever brings you is heartache.
I went and did it anyway.
“Oh my God…” My eyes snap open as my shaky fingers cover my mouth, the words I’m pretty sure I said out loud yesterday ringing in my head. “Please tell me I didn’t say what I think I said.”
“That you’re in love with Prescott?”
My whole body turns to ice as Grace says the words out loud.
“I didn’t say that.”
I never said those words, not since my mom died and my life fell apart. Not out loud anyway.
“Not in so many words, no.”
“God.”Why is this happening to me?Is there any other moronic thing I can do when it comes to this man? “Why did you let me speak to him?”
“I couldn’t stop you. I tried reasoning with you, get you home on my own, but it didn’t work, so he hauled you off that table. The only thing I’m grateful for.”
“Did he…”
Grace raises her brows. “Did he what?”
I clear my throat, pushing the words out. “Did he say anything?”
Those last few minutes in Prescott’s car are extremely blurry. I guess the mix of tiredness and drunkenness will do that to a person.
“Oh…” Grace’s face softens, and I know the answer before she even says the words out loud. “No, he didn’t. He brought you up because you passed out in his car and asked me to stay with you. That’s it.”
Of course, he did. Because he’s a stubborn asshole, who thinks he can get his way.
“You didn’t have to stay the night.”
“And risk you dying in your own puke? I think not. I would have stayed either way. I don’t need some football player to boss me around and tell me how to take care of my friends.” Grace’s hand clasps mine, giving it a firm squeeze. “I’m here for you, and I’m not going anywhere.”
Everybody leaves. One way or the other, everybody leaves. There is no stopping it from happening.
