Page 134 of Through My Window
“I need a Gatorade to hydrate,” Samy whispers.
“Did you lose a lot of fluids last night?” Dani jokes, and we all grimace.
“Dani!”
Andrea parks her car at the pharmacy, and we let out a long sigh. I have a feeling this is the beginning of new friendships. After all, there is no better way to start a bond of trust than by hydrating and dealing with one of the worst hangovers of our lives.
FORTY-FIVE
The Used Ones
- ARES -
Waking up and stretching my arm across an empty bed is not what I expected. With my head spinning, I get up, staggering to the bathroom, and look around. Nothing. I notice Raquel’s clothes are nowhere to be found, and I realize she’s gone.
Did the witch use me and leave?
I can’t believe it. This goes on the long list of first times with Raquel. No girl has ever disappeared the next morning after a night of sex. That’s always been my role.
She keeps stealing my thunder.
But why did she leave? I didn’t do anything wrong last night, did I? I run my hand over my face, remembering everything we did last night. God, that qualifies as the best sex I’ve ever had in my life. This woman drives me crazy. I grin like a fool, while assessing the only clothes I have: the Greek god costume. Ah, I don’t think so, there’s no way I’m going out like this. I look for clothes in the closet of the guest room. Since this is Marco’s place and he’s used to us staying here from time to time, there are usually extra clothes for the guests.
After changing into shorts and a white sweatshirt, I walk downstairs to the living room, where I am confronted with a scene that looks like something out ofThe Hangover.
Gregory is lying on the couch, with an ice pack on his forehead. Apolo is sitting on the floor with his back against the bottom of the couch and a bucket next to him, looking pale. Marco sits on the couch with an ice pack on his . . .
Marco is the first to notice me.
“Don’t even say it.”
I can’t help but laugh.
“What the fuck?”
“I’m dying.” Gregory grunts. My eyes are still on Marco.
“What happened to you?”
Marco rolls his eyes.
“What part of ‘don’t even say it’ didn’t you understand? Just forget it.”
“It’s hard to forget that when you’re holding an ice pack over your penis.”
Apolo snorts. “Why are you so raw, Ares?”
I sit at the end of the couch, at Gregory’s feet, and look at Marco again.
“Did you break it?”
Marco gives me a murderous look.
“No, just . . . I think I have friction burns.”
I let out a laugh.
“Shit, bro, and I thought I had a wild night.”
