Say What Now?
Ethan
"I'm dying."
Owen chuckles. "You're out of shape."
I lift my shirt, showing off my tight abs.
"I've seen enough of your body for one lifetime. Besides, actual physical labor is a lot harder work than what you're used to."
"No s**t?" I ask sarcastically.
"I bet you're not thinking about that hangover anymore, though, are ya?"
"Nope."
"Or the reason behind it?"
I keep my eyes closed, head tipped back on the cushion of the small couch I'm sitting on. Physically, I don't look effected by his words. Inside, though, I'm freaking the eff out. Over the past few months, I've had more than my fair share of inklings that he knows.
"Mm hmm," I hum, hoping he drops it.
"It's like that, then, huh?"
"Like what?"
"How long are you going to keep this s**t up, man?"
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