“Jesus, Evie. How long have you been up?”
I glanced up to see Joey pad into my room. He threw himself down on my bed to bury his head in the pillow by my side. I chuckled as I glanced at the clock. It was just after eight. I patted Joey on the shoulder and went back to my tablet.
He was so quiet, I assumed he had gone back to sleep. But after a few minutes, my roommate mumbled something I couldn’t hear.
“I’m sorry?” I raised an eyebrow at him. “What did you say?”
“What are you doing?” Joey opened one dark eye to look at me. “That better not be work. It’s too damn early. I thought you’d be hungover or something.”
“I didn"t drink at all yesterday, despite the fact that you told Jonah and the gang that I"m a drunk.” I glared down at him. Not that he bothered to open his eyes to gage my r
