Last night, I was completely trashed.
Drunk and high and I remember every goddamn thing.
“Pass.”
The look on Chelsea’s face, the shock in the room.
She’d gotten up and walked out and I’d just chuckled.
Drunk. High. Numb.
And the guys gave me some bunk, the girls in the room all looking at each other. I’d hardly noticed. Didn’t care. I was too focused on Phil. The feeling of my hand slipping over his fingers, my mouth finding his ear.
“Come home.”
Goosebumps rushing over his skin.
His glazed over look.
It wasn’t hard.
To talk him into making up an excuse.
Wasn’t hard for him to act sick.
For me to intervene.
Offer a ride.
Danny was the only one who tried to get in the way. “I don’t feel right just letting you
