I didn’t know how to take that. What did he mean by that? He was traumatized and most likely still drunk.
I had no idea how much he’d had at the party, but he’d been a mess when I’d brought him home.
Anger flared through me as I thought about Gavin and the scene I’d burst into after tracking Jules down.
That asshole hadn’t just tried to assault him. He’d done it while Jules had been too drunk to fight back.
I should have beaten him unconscious.
“You kissed Genesis.” Jules’s voice broke through my rage.
“What?” I shook my head to clear it.
“You kissed Genesis.”
“You saw that?”
He nodded.
“She kissed me.”
“Same diff.”
“No, it’s not. She kissed me, and I wasn’t expecting it. You must have seen the moment between her doing it and me stepping away.”
“You did?” The hope in his voice was impossible to miss.
“Yeah. I’m not into her that way. Not anymore.”
“You didn’t want to kiss her?”
“No, Jules. I didn’t.”
“I’m so stupid.”
“Don’t say that.” I hugged him tighter.
His words were slurring together from exhaustion or alcohol or both.
“How much did you drink?”
“Um… a few shots, half a beer. Most of a mixed thing.”
That wasn’t a lot, but then again, Jules didn’t drink as far as I knew.
“I’m tired.” He snuggled closer to me.
“Try to sleep. It’s still the middle of the night.”
“Will you stay?” he asked, his voice small and vulnerable.
“I’ll stay.”
“I like nice Ash.”
“He likes you too.”
Jules sighed and put his hand over mine, where it rested on his stomach. “Thanks, Ash.”