Seven
Blaine
Ow. f*****g hell, ow!
I groaned in protest of the sharp pain piercing my skull from the inside the moment I crackedked open my eyes.
Even the faint light that filtered in through the curtains was too bright, and I quickly shut them again. Judging by the taste in my mouth, I’d overdone it on the whiskey. By a lot.
A jumbled mess of images stumbled through my brain, as if to helpfully remind me of every single glass I’d downed. I frowned when a fuzzy memory of Liam attempting to stop me from ordering another glass at the bar surfaced. How very uncharacteristic.
He’d said something about… my wife needing me.
The shock of realization when the rest of yesterday’s horrors came crashing back to my recollection made me open my eyes wide—a move I instantly regretted.
“Fuck.” I
