Page 141 of Fight or Flight
I flick my gaze between him and the bottle a few times.
“Here.” He uncaps it and puts the rim to his lips so he can take a few swallows. “Now do you believe it’s not poison?” he asks and screws the cap back on.
I take it from him, and the little jolt of electricity that zips up my arm when our fingers brush is so strong I barely manage to stop from jerking away.
“So,” I start awkwardly. “About last night…”
“Last night?” He asks innocently.
“I don’t remember much of what happened. Or really anything after a certain point. But I…”
“You…” he prompts when I fall silent.
“Never mind.” I clutch the bottle to my chest and offer him a weak smile. “Thanks for this.”
Now isn’t the time for this conversation. Not when I’m barely functional and standing in my doorway in my underwear.
“No worries.” He shoots me a little smirk. “I called down to the dining hall, and they’re going to send something up in about thirty minutes. Is that enough time, or do you want me to tell them to wait a bit longer?”
He ordered food for me on top of bringing me an electrolyte drink? What universe did I wake up in?
“That’s fine,” I say quickly when I realize that I’m staring at him like a moron with my mouth hanging open. “Thanks,” I say again.
“No worries,” he repeats, and my cheeks and neck flush warm for an entirely different reason when he drags his heated gaze up and down my body.
“Good talk,” he says in a sultry voice that makes my stomach clench and gives me one more hot look that sets my blood on fire.
Dazedly, I close the door and stare at the dark wood for a few beats.
Did I wake up in a parallel universe? Because nothing that’s happened since I opened my eyes makes any sense at all.
25
SHANE
Settling on my bed,I unlock my phone and pull up my mom’s number.
“Hi, sweetheart,” she greets, answering after only half a ring.
The last of the tension I’ve been holding onto since I saw her missed calls melts away at her warm tone.
I was right. Today is one of her good days.
“Hey, Mom.” I lean back against my pillows.
“How’re you feeling?” she asks.
“I’m okay. It was a rough morning, but I’m fine now.”
I have no idea what was in that mix Jace gave me, but it was effective, and all traces of my hangover disappeared within an hour of drinking it.
“I remember those days,” she says, and I can hear her smile.
“What days?”
“The days when I could party until dawn and get up a few hours later like nothing happened. Now a third glass of wine is enough to put me out of commission for the next two days.”
“I know you and Dad were normal teenagers and went to college and all that, but it’s so weird to think that youguys haven’t always been fully formed, responsible adults doing adulty things.”
