I canât believe I want to sneak off with him, but after last night I canât help it.
Straightening his back, Blake walked around the double bed and gripped my arms. âWell, that sounds like a plan. I definitely donât want you feeling horrendous all day soâ¦â He slid a hand down the bare skin of my arm until he reached my hand. With a little tug, he towed me out of the room and downstairs.
We stopped at the bottom of the wooden stairs to assess the damage. Bottles, shot glasses, and snack wrappers littered the coffee table and floor around it. There were more empty bottles of alcohol than I remembered. No wonder we felt rough.
Blake stood behind me, his chest pressed right against my back and a hand on my hip. I liked the contact a lot.
âThis explains the drilling in my head,â he murmured, leaning down to nip my neck. Spinning around, I slapped his arm playfully, laughing. Bad move. My head throbbed with the quick movement, but Blakeâs boyish grin made my heart swell.
Another bad move. Donât get too involved with him. When we went home, Blake would be back off to his dadâs, and who knew when Iâd see him again. If ever.
A door upstairs opened and closed. I stepped around Blake to watch Megan hobble down. She looked as good as I felt. âKenzie?â she whispered. âI think Iâm dying .â
Laughing quietly, I replied, âYou too, huh?â
âBloody hell. How much did we drink?â she muttered, leaning heavily against the bannister as she made the final steps downstairs. She hadnât drunk much, but it was still more than she usually did.
âWeâre getting old,â I joked. âWe canât handle it anymore.â
Kyle was sprawled out on the floor with his mouth wide open, breathing deeply, his jet-black hair stuck out in all directions like a birdâs nest. Aaron was curled up beside him, sleeping in the fetal position. They clearly couldnât handle the amount of alcohol either. They were both in the same place Blake and I had left them last night.
Blake watched us with a curiosity I didnât quite understand. I had a feeling he didnât have many close friends, which was a shame, because beyond that I-donât-care attitude, he was a great guy. I thoughtâfrom what Iâd seen, anyway.
âWhereâre Josh and Courtney?â Megan asked.
I shrugged. âI donât hear anyone else up, so maybe theyâre asleep still. God, Megan, I need aspirin.â
Kyleâs eyes flicked open and widened as he saw how close Aaron was to him. I felt so rough I couldnât even laugh when he shoved him away, making Aaron wake with a gasp.
Aaron looked up, dazed. âWhat?â He rubbed his eyes and winced. âChrist!â
âIâm making tea. Everyone in?â I asked, receiving grunts in replace of a yes and a look of disgust from Blake. I smiled, remembering what heâd wanted before. âCoffee for you, Blake.â
I walked into the kitchen; my head was swimming, and everything looked a little fuzzy. A sea of red flashed in front of my eyes. I blinked hard.
Youâre losing it.
Opening my eyes again, I stared at the floor. It took me a few moments to register what I was seeing. Bright, thick blood stretched from the middle of the kitchen to what looked like behind the island.
I gasped. There was so much blood. My heart raced and the ends of my fingertips tingled. The metallic smell filled my lungs and made me gag. My body turned cold and started to shake. What�
âCourtney?â I whispered, not even hearing my own voice over the ringing in my ears.
Oh God, donât pass out, Mackenzie.
Someone came up behind me. âWhat theâ¦â Kyle whispered, stepping around me. âShit. Stay back, Kenz.â
Blake was right behind Kyle. âWhatâs going on?â he asked.
Against Kyleâs orders, I stepped around the kitchen island and