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But he eventually lifts it up in his frail state and manages to get some down.

“Ugh! Putrid.”

I take the Thermos from him again. “Wait for it.”

Within a few seconds, his face brightens. “Oh, wow.”

Grinning, I say, “Told you so.”

Chapter 25

Confessions of the Broken Hearted – Kayla

Now that he’s feeling better, I feel more comfortable talking to him about what happened last night.

“Can I come in?”

“Hold on a second.”

He closes the door, and I hear him rummaging around.

“Now it’s fit for a lady. Come on.” He opens it and gestures for me to walk in.

He must’ve missed a pair of boxers on his bed, but I just discard them onto the floor before sitting down. “So, what the hell happened last night?” It all feels like a blur to me.

His hands go to his head, and he shakes it. “I—I don’t know. I don’t even remember a lot of it. I’m so sorry if I was a jerk to you.” His eyes widen in horror. “Oh, god. Please say I wasn’t a jerk to you.”

“You weren’t.”

He sighs in what I assume is relief. “Good.”

I wince. “But why did you get so drunk?” It also seemed to happen in the blink of an eye. One minute he was fine and the next, he was totally blasted.

He raises his arm and then slaps it down on his thigh. “I don’t know.”

Then, he drinks more of the concoction I brought for him before his entire body quivers.

“God that’s disgusting.”

“Jack…”

He sighs before slumping down onto the bed next to me. “I guess it upset me to see you dance with other guys.”

This confession makes me happy and sad at the same time. The latter emotion has to do with the fact that I assume this is going to come with more emotional gymnastics.

“That isn’t fair.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

I stand up. “I get that this is a delicate situation, but you need to decide what you want here.” I’m proud of myself for being so assertive.

“I know.”

“… well?”

He gets to his feet and approaches me, grabbing and holding just above my elbows. His touch is still electrifying.

“I—”

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