“Yeah, okay.” I shake my head and fall back a step. Maybe I’m sleepwalking, too. “I’ll see you Friday.”
She blinks.
“For our third date,” I clarify.
“Fourth,” she says, and then the teasing grin returns to her face. “It’s already tomorrow. You got two dates tonight.” She walks into the apartment and shoots me a smile before reaching for the door.
This girl is going to kill me.
“You don’t play fair, Juliet.”
“Never said I would.”
Chapter 14
Juliet
I’m completely disoriented when I wake up the next morning. Or technically, the same morning.
My phone alarm drones, and the sound thunders around in my brain like someone is using a bowling ball as a ping-pong ball. I shut it off and rub my forehead. I need water. And aspirin.
I walk, or rather, stumble, out into the kitchen.
Karli is sitting at the table, skimming through her phone, but her head pops up when she hears me.
“Is this your version of a walk of shame?” She wiggles her eyebrows.
“Not even close.” I grab a glass and a bottle of pills.
“Then what is the shirt you’re wearing because you definitely didn’t leave with it? I would have remembered.”
My shirt? I glance down to find Justin Bieber winking up at me. No, seriously, I think he just winked. I chug the water and the pills. Something is wrong with me. Maybe this is my walk of shame.
“It’s Michael’s,” I say, then sitat the table, bracing my head in my hands. I just need the pounding to stop for a minute.
“Michael’s?” She sounds intrigued. “As in the very attractive man who picked you up last night? He owns JB paraphernalia?”
I nod. “He’s also the same one you scared off with a bat at two in the morning.”
“What?” she screeches, and the word reverberates through my skull.
Does she even own a normal octave?
I look at her so I can fully enjoy teasing her. This is my favorite part of her sleepwalking—telling her aboutthe things she did while she was unconscious. “Yep. You came out in your grinch face mask and bat swinging.”
“No, I didn’t.” Her hands fly to her face, as if she’s worried it’s still there. “Please tell me I didn’t. I can never look at him again.”
I hide my smirk behind my cup. “That’s probably for the best.”
She covers her face and mumbles incoherent words for at least thirty seconds. I’m on my second glass of water before she finally looks up.
“Did you at least have fun? Did you kiss him?”
Heat creeps up my neck. “Oh no, your bat took care of that as well.”
“No!” Karli drops her head to the table, and it thumps against the wooden top.
Ow.That hurt my brain.
