25
Emery
My back was against the brick wall to Kimber’s place, and my head felt like I’d blown up a balloon inside it. Landon was hovering. Little hoverer. But I should be thankful because I wouldn’t have made it to the front door without his help.
Somehow, I’d gone from a three-drink max to, like, ten drinks. I didn’t even know how it had happened. At one point, I had been standing, and the next, I had proclaimed to the bar that I was definitely not drunk before suddenly wanting to make out with Heidi. Sure signs that I was a drunky-drunk face.
“Are you going to be okay? You look like you might throw up,” Landon said.
“Just go check on Heidi. If she vomits in that Mercedes, Jensen is going to be sooooo pissed.”
Landon grinned and shook his head. “Man, you’re so f****d up.”
“This is
