Chapter 19
"You invited me to sleep in here. Do you even fucking remember that conversation or were you too fucked up?" she snapped, a hurt expression taking over her features as she threw the covers off of her frame and struggled to pull herself up into a sitting position - I usually helped her with that task each morning. I just swallowed thickly, not wanting to admit that yes, I did remember everything from last night and that I had royally fucked up. Whether that was last night or this morning, I wasn't quite sure. Well - no - I was, I just didn't want to admit it.
"Is that a rhetorical question? I do recall you loving those," I shot back sarcastically. I figured she already probably hated me at this point, might as well drive it home.