Tears rolled down my cheeks.
I didn’t bother to wipe them off, too tired to do so. But I felt a hand on my face; Ethan wiped the tears away for me.
“Hey,” he said. “It’s okay.”
Fuck, I’m never drinking again.
I chocked on a half-sob and half-laugh. “I don't even know why I'm crying.”
He laughed with me. “You must be an emotional drunk.”
I opened my eyes to look at him and said, “Well that sucks.”
He hummed and just stared at me.
I felt myself blush and said, “Don’t stare.”
“You look terrible.” He chuckled.
“Guess… drinking… doesn’t suit me,” I said between yawns. He laughed and I laughed with him. He had a nice laugh, I noticed.
My eyelids felt heavy and they slowly closed on their own. I tried to stay awake, I really did, but I was really comfortable and I just wanted to sleep.
