"We are? Did you clean up my puke? Did you carry my ass upstairs? Did you change my clothes? Did..."
"What?" I exclaim.
He c***s his head at me, making my eyes dart to my body. Blue linen shorts and a pink tee. Last I remember, I was wearing a pair of short jeans and a black tee. Oh, my drunk self!
Shit!
Triple s**t!
Did he change my clothes? Ooh, man! Can this get any more embarrassing?
"I will fix breakfast for us," he mutters, turning his back on me as he starts his business.
Now I feel totally ashamed. Like, why the freaking hell did I not check myself and ask myself some questions before leaving my room? I should get the f**k out of his house now. This minute. I have even overstayed my welcome, and things are really getting messed up and out of control.
"Is the pain fading aw
