Page 73 of Inevitable Destruction

I toss back the whiskey in three large gulps, dropping the glass on the counter with a loud clank. My throat catches fire, the burn quickly traveling down my chest before settling in the pit of my stomach, warm and dense.

My feet move on their own accord, taking me back to my room. I enter quietly and close the door behind me with a soft, audible click while also flipping the light switch off, bathing the room in darkness.

I’m not sure how much time has passed since we got here. I haven’t bothered to pick up my phone since I changed into my jeans, deciding to leave it in the laundry room with my work clothes. I know Jamie has been blowing my phone up; I saw the start of the notifications while I was changing, but I can’t deal with her or her fucking endless sea of questions right now.

Especially since they’re questions even I don’t know the fucking answers to.

Nothing makes sense anymore. When did the lines become so blurred?

With a heavy sigh of irritation interlaced heavily with exhaustion, I pop the button on my jeans and step out of them before rounding the end of the bed and yanking on the blanket. Dominik rolls around as I tug it out from underneath him before stilling once the cool sheets are under him.

I move to the opposite side of the bed and climb underneath the covers, pulling it up over both of our bodies. I lie on my back, staring up at the white ceiling, feeling immensely uncomfortable sleeping on the wrong side of the bed with someone else. But not just anyone.

“Fuck this,” I grumble and roll to my side, scooting until my front presses against Dominik’s back. I wrap my arm around his middle and settle it in the dip between his ribs and his hip, pressing my palm flat against his abdomen.

Dominik breathes deeply in his sleep, his body relaxing even deeper into the mattress, and it’s then, with his cool skin still sticky with sweat pressed against mine, that I fall into a deep sleep for the first time in months.

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