“Rose, what the f**k!”
Nile immediately sat up, took off his coat and hurriedly covered me with it before fixing his shirt. Colton’s eyes were wide from shock, mouth hanging open.
“Seriously?! Are you really going to do it on my f*****g couch?!” He exclaimed.
I giggle. “It’s f*****g on the couch.”
“Oh my god. You’re drunk.” He facepalmed. He then sauntered towards us and stopped in front. Nile only sat quietly probably in embarrassment. “s**t, look at you. You’re f*****g red.”
Nile cleared his throat before speaking. “I got here with this.” He pointed at the cigarette pack and the empty bottles of liquor placed at the center table.
“The least you could do is do it in her room.” He sighed.
Nile cleared his throat again. “I… apologize. We were just talking and…”
