I fill the glass of water and grab two Advil from my duffle bag and set them on the bedside table. I also grab the trash can and put it by her side, just in case.
I should leave and head to either Ben or Cal’s rooms or back down to the bar, just in case they hadn’t left yet, but a part of me knows that leaving her here like this is a terrible idea. Many things could go wrong: she could get sick and choke on her own vomit, or she could wake up not knowing where she is and think she was kidnapped. Okay, so maybe the last one isn’t as believable, but with women and their weird-ass fantasies these days, who the fuck knows.
Since when do I care? Again, I think about the future: had this been my daughter, I would feel better knowing that someone took care of her.
I grab a change of clothes and change in the bathroom before grabbing an extra blanket from the closet and settle in the armchair. Of course, my room doesn’t have a pull-out couch, so this tiny thing will have to make do.
I’m going to feel like shit in the morning, but at least I won’t feel as bad as Zoe.
I wish my phone wasn’t fucked-up so I could at least call Hadley to say good night and fill her in on the events of tonight and how it took a rather interesting turn. I look over at the clock on the bedside table and see it’s already after one in the morning. Hadley should be sound asleep by now.
I’ll call her in the morning. I may or may not able to talk to her now, but I drift off to sleep of thoughts of having her in my arms. Tomorrow, or, well, I guess later in a few hours, is a brand-new day.