Page 112 of What if I Told You

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My head is pounding.

What the fuck is going on?

Where the hell am I?

And how did I get here?

I try to open my eyes but can only easily open one. The other feels as though it’s swollen shut, but when I look up I find five other pairs of eyes glaring at me.

Griffin, Ledger, Oliver, Bear, and Harrison are all standing over me with their arms folded across their chests.

“What the fuck are you guys doing here?” I murmur, my voice full of rasp and the pain thumping through my head with every word I say.

“They’re with me, dipshit,” Griffin says irritated. “You’re in my living room.”

What am I…

“Why am I here?”

“Do you not remember a damn thing about last night?”

“Not particularly. Why is my eye not opening?” I bring my hand to my face to feel what’s going on and wince in pain when my fingers make contact with my left eye.

Griffin scoffs. “Because I had to punch you in the damn face to make sure you didn’t make a huge mistake last night.”

I frown. “What are you even talk?—”

Ella.

Furbling.

The shouting.

The bar.

Tequila.

The mystery woman.

Kissing.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh,” Griffin snarls. “What the fuck were you thinking, man? You’re better than that.”

“Am I?”

“Griffin told us what happened, August,” Oliver starts. “So, we’re going to need to talk this out because you’re about to mess up your whole fucking life over one man.”

I lift my arm and hold up my finger. “Correction. One woman.”

“Forget about Ella for a minute. We’ll get to her.”

“No need.” I shake my hand. “I’m done.”

Bear laughs. “Dude, you’re so far from done. Shut the fuck up and listen.”

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