Page 45 of A Sky Full Of Stars

I rub my eyes a few times, but when I open them again, he’s still there.

This is a first for me.

“Soo…” I say slowly, but loud enough to draw his attention, making him jump. “It’s nice to see you, Adam, but I was expecting a redhead.”

“Jesus, I thought you were sleeping,” he says as he spins to face me. “Did I wake you?”

“Nope, I woke up naturally.”

“Of course you did, and you look like you could go and play a round of tennis.”

Huh?I run a hand through my hair. “Tennis?”That’s random.“I can’t remember the last time I played tennis.”

“I play tennis sometimes.” He shrugs. “My point is that you look good… ready for the day. Anyway, you’re probably wondering why I’m here?”

“The thought had crossed my mind.” I scratch my head. “But since I can’t remember much, who’s to say I didn’t invite you.”

“You didn’t.”

“Oh-kay.”

“But there was no way you were getting home without me. You were pretty messed up.”

Oh.Jesus. That doesn’t sound good. Guess I lost out with Brenda.“Thanks, man. I appreciate that. I hope I wasn’t an asshole.”

“Nah, you were fine. But…” he trails off, making me wince.

“But what?”

“Nothing, it’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing. What happened?”

“You said something and… is everything okay?”

His words hit me like a punch to the gut and I have no idea why. “Ah. What?”What did I say?

“You said something about not deserving any of this life…and told me to be a decent human.”

What the hell?

“You are a decent human. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—”

“No, sorry. You made it very clear Iwasdecent. It was more you telling me to continue being that person.”

“Right, okay.” I laugh nervously but hide it. “Drunk me has no idea about life. I’m good. I promise. But I appreciate you helping me get home safe. Can I drive you somewhere, or did you drive?”

“I don’t have my car, but I’ve called an Uber, so I’ll be out of your space as soon as it arrives. I know you’ve got an early flight.”

An early flight. Shiiit. “What time is it?”

“Just past six thirty,” he says, and I relax a little. My flight isn’t actually until nine, but that’s early enough after a big night.

And while Adam is right that I’m usually good with hangovers, this one feels extra punchy. Right on my temple and I’m left wondering…

How much did I drink?

Chapter Eighteen

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