Being roofied will do that you.
Oh, and don’t forget the killer hangover.
“I need to go home.” I wriggle out of his hold, bracing myself on furniture as I stumble to his bedroom door. Xavier extends his arm out in front of me, blocking my access to the knob.
“What you need is to eat and chug like five gallons of water. Let me make you breakfast.”
We’re closer than should be allowed, especially considering he’s a taken guy, but I don’t withdraw, staring up at him. I get he was just being a decent person last night, but blocking the door?
Why is he acting like he gives a shit all of a sudden?
“But your parents—”
He cuts me off. “Are out for the day.”
I try to unlock my phone.
“It’s fine, really, I’ll just ask Dia to pick me up.”
My phone screen flashes with an empty battery sign.
Damn it.
“Come on, Vee. It’s the least I can do after…”
Breaking my heart?
Shitting all over our promises?
Going back to your ex?
“I’ll just walk or something.” I round him, anger soaring in my stomach, and swing the door open—who cares that I don’t know my way around this house?
I catch my reflection in the mirror in the hall and cringe. My makeup is smeared everywhere, my pink hair a big bundle of knots. I already know trying to explain my homeless appearance to Mom is going to be a blast.
My head is killing me, I’m scared I might puke at any moment, and I’m wearing nothing but basketball shorts and a T-shirt, but I still tumble toward the stairs.
He’s too nice right now.
Too… Zac.
Why can’t he be mean?
Why can’t he the asshole who loved me until he “pulled out”?
It would make hating him so much easier.
Unfortunately for me, Xavier’s parents just had to be fancy and opt for a spiral staircase—in other words, I’m going to break something for sure—but it doesn’t deter me one bit.
“For fuck’s sake, Vee, you can barely walk,” Xav growls when I sway down the stairs without a care. He’s at my side in seconds, gripping my waist and helping me to the first floor one step at a time. I shiver at his touch, his bare torso flush with my back, but I blame it on the nausea.
“I didn’t need your help,” I grumble once downstairs.
I almost trip over my own feet the next second.
Fuck you, too, Universe.
Xavier scoffs. “I can see that.”