“I might throw it up.”
“Well, at least we can say we tried.” She left me, the rattling sounds coming from my kitchen as she tried to find everything. I had no food in the place. I hadn’t bothered shopping in weeks.
“Come on.” Fox hefted me off the couch and took me to the bathroom. I leaned tiredly against the sink.
“I’ll help you into the shower. You smell like stale beer and vomit.”
I mumbled something at him and tried to remove my shirt, but failed.
“Man, I’ll throw you in there fully clothed. I don’t even give a fuck,” Fox said.
“Just help me. I’m sure you’ve taken off a guy’s clothes before. You don’t fuck with three of them and never touch.”
“Fuck off,” he muttered, removing my shirt. He didn’t stop there. He had me stripped down to nothing in no time.
“I knew you were a pro,” I mumbled as he helped me to the shower. He closed the glass door on me but didn’t leave the room. Instead, he leaned against my sink, his arms crossed over his black t-shirt while I attempted to shower.
I washed off the last few days and turned off the water as quickly as I could before Fox came to help me out. He wrapped the towel around my waist, and I fumbled with fastening it, but it was done.
He helped me to my bedroom after, and I sank onto the mattress while he rummaged around in my drawer. He returned,handed me a pair of sweatpants, and helped shimmy them up my legs while I sat there.
“Did it hurt?” he asked as I tucked my junk away.
“What? When I fell from heaven?” I slurred.
He let out a soft chuckle. “No, asshole. Your dick when you had it pierced.”
“Oh. That. Wasn’t pleasant, but I’ve felt worse pain. Sex is good with it. Women never complain.”
“Not even the one tonight?”
I rubbed my eyes at his words. “I thought she was Rosalie.”
“Even worse, man.”
I looked up at him. “I’m really fucked up. I probably won’t remember shit tomorrow.”
“For your sake, I hope you don’t.”
I nodded. I hoped I didn’t, either.
“I’m not this guy. I don’t fuck random women in bars. I fucked up tonight. I-I just wanted to…” I blew out a breath. I didn’t know what I fucking wanted. To forget? To feel? To pretend? All of the above?
A soft knock on the door pulled me away from the staring contest I was having with the two silent Foxes in the room.
Rosalie stepped in, holding a plate. She knelt in front of me and offered me the food.
“Grilled cheese. I didn’t know I had cheese.”
“It’s really the only thing you have in your fridge, aside from the half stick of butter in there and the old bottle of ketchup. And I used the last four slices of bread you had.”
I didn’t say anything. Instead, I bit into the warm grilled cheese and groaned softly. I was starving. Having a proper meal when you were fucked up wasn’t exactly in the cards. Food had been the last thing on my mind for the last few weeks. Each day, it got progressively worse, too.
I polished off the food quickly, and Fox handed me another bottle of water. I sucked down the entire contents, my stomach full.
I hope it helped.
“Here.” Rosalie held out two pills. “You’ll want these onboard for the morning.”
