Page 50 of Unstoppable You

“Uh huh.”

My head was pounding even worse right now. I needed to take something and lay in bed for a while until it passed. I had to pace myself with drinking from now on. I was not a fan of hangovers.

“You okay?” she asked, approaching me.

“Headache.”

“Let me get you something.” She moved past me to the kitchen to get a glass of water and shake out two pills from the bottle on the counter. Guess she’d gotten acquainted with my kitchen last night.

James came back and gave me the glass of water. I took the pills from her, swallowing them along with a few gulps of water.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

James St. Clair was in my apartment. Had been in my bed.

“I should probably…go.” She pointed toward the door.

“It’s the middle of the night.” There was no need for her to run off now.

“Or the early morning. Depending on your perspective.” She yawned and that made me yawn back.

“You don’t have to go. Just stay until the sun comes up at least.” She’d have to take a car back to her apartment if she went now. “I can drive you. Just wait until the morning and I’ll take you.” That was a nice thing to do. I was good at doing nice things for people. That was my comfort zone.

James seemed like she wanted to argue, but she nodded. “Okay.”

“Glad we got that settled. I’m going back to bed.” I jerked my thumb in the direction of my bedroom.

“I’ll just…” she pointed at the couch.

I shrugged. “We were already sleeping together. I’m not going to kick you out of my bed. I mean, unless you want to sleep on the couch.” I didn’t want to presume. Maybe I wasn’t a fun person to sleep with. Connor hadn’t liked it. He’d done a lot of passing out in the living room, but that was mostly due to his constant gaming.

Her face went violently red. “I’ll just take the couch.”

“Whatever.” I needed to pass out again ASAP.

I should have changed into pajamas, but I was too lazy, so I flopped into bed again and pulled the blankets over me, closing my eyes and shutting out the world.

Well, I tried to shut out the world.

James was in my house. James had been in my bed. The second St. Clair to do so, but not in the same way, obviously. James wasn’t into me like that. She’d just brought me home and had fallen asleep by accident.

And now she was on my couch. It was a shitty couch. Connor had been angry at the price of furniture, so I’d ended up getting one he was happy with at a steep discount. It wasn’t really comfortable, and I’d had to get extra padding so I didn’t have back pain when I sat on it for too long.

My apartment was small and quiet enough that I could hear her trying to get comfortable as the couch creaked with every movement.

That was it. I was looking for a new couch starting tomorrow.

“James?” I called out, not wanting to get up again.

There was a long pause.

“Yeah?”

“My bed is much more comfortable than the couch,” I called.

“Okay?”

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