Page 102 of Force Play
Psshhhh.
I don’t throw up when I drink, Lucia.
“I’m fiiiiine,” I say as she helps me through the door.
She lets out a light laugh. “You can’t even walk, Morgan.”
“I don’t need to walk.”
“Because you’re already sitting on your bed, Ari,” she chuckles. “You don’t need to move at all now.”
Huh?
When did I end up on my bed?
“The world is spinning,” I mumble, and Lucia just starts laughing harder than she already was.
“Yes, that’s called rotation. You should’ve learned about it in science class.”
“It’s rotating too fast. Make it slow down, Lucia.”
She fights her smile as she concentrates hard for a moment. “Is that better?”
“Mhmm.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen Drunk Ari before,” she says, sitting down next to me.
“I don’t get drunk a lot.”
“Why did you get drunk tonight, then?”
I think about it as much as I can in my hazy state. “Something to do with you, I think.”
Lucia’s eyes widen. “Me? What did I do that made you get drunk?”
“I don’t knowwww,” I groan. She looks at me curiously, and the light in my room sparkles off her deep, brown eyes, and they radiate warmth. I rub my thumb over the back of her hand. “You’re pretty.”
Her head cocks to the side, and she smiles. “Am I?”
“Yes,” I mumble. “I’ve always hated how pretty you are.”
Lucia goes still. “How long have you thought that?”
“Two years,” I shrug. “You were always way too pretty for Micropenis Matt.”
She shakes her head with a grin on her face. “You know he doesn’t actually have a micropenis, right?”
“Is he smaller than me?” She bites her lip and nods. “That’s all that matters then.”
“Alright, Casanova,” Lucia says, standing up from the bed now, and I’m already feeling the emptiness from where she sat. “You need to get ready for bed. Do you have ibuprofen here?”
“Bathroom.”
Lucia walks into the bathroom, coming back out with a couple of pills and a glass of water. She sets them beside me on the nightstand. “You’ll want these when you wake up. Do you need help getting your clothes off?”
“Trying to get me out of my pants, Torres?” I smirk.
“I’m trying to get you to go to sleep.” She helps me sit up and pulls my blue Henley over my head. I collapse back onto my pillows, and she then unbuttons my jeans and slides them down my legs before removing my glasses and setting them down on the bedside table. Down to just my boxer briefs, I get under the blankets with Lucia’s help. “There. Get some sleep, Ari.”
