MICHAEL
I opened my eyes, and the brilliant sun coming through one of Austin’s large paned windows in his living room blinded me. I looked down to see I wasn’t wearing the shorts I’d come in, and I had a girl sleeping soundly with her head in my lap, on her knees next to the couch I was lying on. I couldn’t quite remember last night, but the ruined lipstick and eyeliner streaked down her face gave me a solid clue. Eros helped push flashes of last night to the forefront, and I felt terrible. I’d drank so much after we were done that I couldn’t remember most of it. Hopefully, no one had been around to watch. I didn’t necessarily care, but I’m sure she would.
It happened too many times to count now; involuntary thoughts of having Quinn here instead of the girl passed out in my lap intruded
