Chapter 18
Matt woke wishing he were dead.
Well, maybe it wasn’t that bad…but his brain seemed to have pooled behind his left eye, which throbbed in its socket to the beat of his heart, and his stomach churned around the remnants of whatever he’d eaten the night before. He just knew if he opened his mouth, he’d vomit, and if he tried to get out of bed, his head would split in two, right down the center, like an overripe melon left out in the sun. Whoever had the bright idea to go get wasted at Kyle’s party should be dragged out into the street and shot.
Oh, wait. That was him.
Somewhere below the raw, twisting mess in his gut, his bladder threatened to burst. With a groan that sounded like it came straight from the grave, Matt rolled out of his sleeping lover’s embrace and felt the
