Page 28 of What If I See You

“What are you going to do? Spoon out my vomit for me?”

She doesn’t see my weak sympathetic smile but it’s there all the same. “I could hold your hair back or something.”

“Water?” she asks meekly.

“Right. Yeah. Water. I can do that.”

I look around the bathroom for cups but don’t see any so I step back into the bedroom and find two covered glasses next to two bottles of water.

Yes!

Grabbing the bottles, I carry one into the bathroom, unscrew the cap, and hand it to Layken. “Here you go.”

“Thank you.”

I watch with concerned curiosity as she takes a few small sips. When nothing else happens, I tell myself she’s okay and then try my damnedest to remember why we’re both here right now and where, exactly, here is.

“My head is pounding,” Layken says in a whisper.

“Mine too.”

“I’ll never drink that much alcohol in one night again.”

I try to chuckle softly but even that hurts. “Probably smart.”

“Where are we? And why are you here and…” She opens her blanket and peers down at herself. “Why the hell am I—” She gasps but then squeezes her eyes closed in response. “Oh God. Griffin…?”

My eyes grow wide. “What?”

“Did we?”

“Did we what?”

“I’m naked Griffin! And you’re…” She gestures with her head to my nearly naked body. “You’re in your underwear. So did we…Oh God, did we sleep together?”

I scratch my head as blurry visions fly in and out of my mind.

Walking into a floral room.

Layken twerking.

Us laughing.

Kissing her.

Oh shit. I kissed her.

It was a fucking good kiss.

Touching her.

“…blow your mind?”

“Blow you first…”

She’s on her knees.

Unbuckling my pants.

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