“Aww. You feeling left out, Pretty Boy?” I throw back another. “You might be better off. I swear, all day, I just kept thinking that if something happened to Sabrina, I don’t know what I’d do. It’s not even like it’s been years, but I feel like I’d do whatever I had to, to make sure she stays safe and happy. Six fucking years. They were together six fucking years.”
Brady is swirling the amber whiskey in his glass. “I promised her dad I’d take care of her. I knew when I said it, I meant forever. When you know, you know.”
Bash refills his glass. “Jesus, I live with chicks.”
Hours later, when the bottle is empty, and we’ve all become sad, sappy, drunken versions of ourselves, going back to bed sounds like a great idea. I’m not an incredibly quiet person sober, and drunk Murphy is loud as shit. I try tiptoeing up the stairs, but when Brady trips up the top step, Bash and I laugh so hard even Rocky runs away from us.
By the time I fall through my bedroom door, Sabrina is out of bed and there to help me. She’s wearing one of my Kroydon Hills Prep shirts, her dark hair is a mess of curls around her shoulders, and she has creases on her face from the sheets. She’s the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
She wedges her body under my arm like she’s going to shoulder my weight. “Come on, Aiden. Let’s get you to bed.”
When my butt hits the bed, I fall back and stare at the ceiling fan going in circles above me. “I’m sorry I woke you up, Princess.”
“Don’t worry about it.” She scoops my legs up and shoves them under the blanket before she pulls it up and over me. I feel her body slide in next to me before her hand moves under my shirt and around my waist. Brina’s head finds her comfy spot, and she starts tracing circles on my skin.
“I’m gonna ask you to marry me one day, Princess.”
“I’m gonna say yes one day, Aiden.”