Brandon shakes his head with a quick laugh. "Nothing, just talking about travel plans."
Natalie doesn't press, just sways over and grabs my wrist, her voice slurring. "Let's go home."
Her hand's burning hot, searing straight to my heart.
On the way back, she leans against my shoulder, mumbling academic jargon I can't follow. Every now and then, though, a name slips out, blurry but clear enough.
"Brandon…"
My whole body stiffens, tears pricking at my eyes. Even drunk out of her mind, she's thinking of him.
The next afternoon, I scrub the condo spotless. Natalie wakes up, and I've got a bowl of soup ready for her.
"Thanks," she says, voice still raspy from the night before. "You heading out today?"
I nod. "Yeah."
"I'll drive you."
I don't say no. These are my last few hours with he
