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Did I just tell her I love her? Is this why I don’t drink wine?

Macy is quiet. Shit.

“Mace?”

I glance down at her, sleeping soundly on my chest, her lips slightly parted, long, drawn-out breaths soft on my skin.

I kiss the top of her head and close my eyes, too.

She’s wiggling in my arms.

Macy.

I open my eyes. My arm is draped across her stomach and one leg wrapped around hers as she tries to free herself.

“Sorry,” I say, yawning and rubbing my eye. Soft, orange light is pouring in through the window, throwing everything into a dreamy shade of peach. I’m surprised I slept this late.

She sits up and I smile, wondering if what I told her last night has changed everything. Or anything.

“Why am I wearing your shirt?” She looks down, freckles moving as she scrunches up her face.

“I put it on you last night when you were?—”

“You put it on me?” Her face falls and she rubs her temple. “I’m sorry, I drank way too much last night. Was I terrible?”

“Of course you weren’t terrible. Do you not remember last night?”

She shakes her head. “I don’t remember anything really after drinking from Bex’s flask.”

My stomach drops.

She doesn’t remember anything.

Macy gets out of bed and takes a step toward the bathroom but stumbles. She grabs the nightstand for support and grabs her head again.

“Hungover?”

She looks at me, squinting. “I don’t know. Maybe. But it feels weird. I’m dizzy, lightheaded.”

“Is your blood sugar low? Do you need something to eat?”

She blinks a few times then tries to stand again. She looks around the room like she’s searching for something, but her eyes don’t look like they’re focusing.

“I think it’s too high.” She shakes her head. “Something’s wrong. Too high.” She takes another step toward the bathroom then falls to the floor.

CHAPTER 11

MACY

Wood helps me up and I manage to get my supplies out in the bathroom, only knocking half of them on the floor.

“Oops.” My mouth is dry. I’m thirsty. I need to pee.

Wood picks everything up off the floor. “How can I help?”

I realize I’ve been zoning out, my eyes going in and out of focus. I need to pee. Maybe lie down. That sounds nice.

“Mace!” Wood snaps his fingers in front of my face and I focus on him again.

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