21
Nick woke up with a start. The light in the room was faint—too early to actually get up, then. He assessed his situation. He felt weirdly queasy, which soon turned into a full-on need to run to the bathroom, and when he clambered out of bed his head swam. He had to hold onto it as he padded out of the room.
It didn’t hit him until he was on the toilet—like all genius moments, he supposed—that, holy f**k, he had come out to his mom.
“Oh my God.” He dropped his head into his hands.
When he was finally back in Dex’s room, he hoped that what sounded like a bear rumbling through the woods in his head was normal human movement to anyone else. Dex still seemed to be asleep, which was good.
He’d never had vodka before, and now he sort of wondered if he ever would again. f*****g hell. There
