“Jesus.”
“Fucking awesome night though, man,” he announces, finally getting to his feet and stretching his arms over his head.
“Fucking really?” I hiss, getting more than an eyeful of his morning wood.
“Surprised he’s got any energy left. That girl last night sucked like a fucking—”
Stalking across the room, I swing my bathroom door closed, cutting him off.
“A fucking vacuum,” he bellows.
I take a piss before stopping at the basin, wrapping my fingers around the edge and hanging my head as it pounds rhythmically.
I really hope it was a fucking good night for how much it hurts.
I just look up when my door swings open and a still butt-fucking-naked Nico strolls in with his cock in his hand.
“Fuck off home,” I bark.
“And leave you lonely with no memory of last night? That girl you were with was banging, by the way,” he says, relieving himself.
“What girl?”
“Fucked if I know. I fucked mine in the alley and I have no idea what her name was.”
“Tell me I didn’t do anything,” I beg, feeling uneasy as images of Jodie flicker through my mind.
Fuck knows why. It’s not like we’re together or I owe her anything. But still, it feels wrong.
“Hell if I know. You had your tongue down her throat when I left.”
“God damn it.”
“What?” he asks, leaning into my shower and turning it on.
“Oh sure, help yourself,” I mutter, reaching for my toothbrush.
“When don’t I?” he deadpans. “So what, you kissed some chick? What’s the big deal? It’s not like you actually want Jodie. She’s a game, right?”
“Yeah,” I agree after spitting out my toothpaste. “Just a game,” I confess, hating the way those words twist up my insides.
“So do what you need to do. Get all this shit, him, out of your system. Then, we can start looking forward. There’s a whole world out there, Tobes. A world full of hot women just gagging for a piece of us.”
Dropping my toothbrush into its holder, I turn to look at Nico as he makes use of my shampoo.
“What?” he asks. “Wanna join me and scrub my back?”
My top lip peels back in disgust.
“No. Just wondering why I’m friends with such a horny dickhead,” I say before taking off.
“You love me and we both know it. Remember that time we—” I swing the door closed on him for the second time in ten minutes, find a pair of sweats, and head toward my kitchen for coffee. Coffee and painkillers. I’m going to need plenty of both if Nico’s going to insist on hanging around.
I find my phone on the floor next to one of my shoes, a not-quite-empty bottle of vodka, and what I think is Nico’s shirt… along with a pair of bright red knickers.
“Brilliant,” I mutter to myself. Picking up my shit and leaving his shirt and the underwear that I’m sure has something to do with him for him to deal with.
I’m watching my liquid gold fill my mug when his heavy footsteps head my way.