Hangovers

JOJO'S POV

Hangovers are the worst.

I wake up in a dark room to see a double silhouette looming over me. My unfocused eyes try to take in my surroundings but I can't see past the figure in front of me.

A finger lightly traces my freckles and goosebumps skitter across my skin at the cold touch.

I blink hard, trying to see through the one in front and my nostrils flare at the scent of the one before me.

Jeremy?

A hand is extended towards me and I hesitate to take it so the figure leans to my ears.

“It's me.”

“Jeremy?”

“Yes,” The figure draws back only an inch away from my face.

I raise my palms to pinch my cheeks, “Am I dead?”

“No.”

I trace my finger over his brows, “Are you dead?”

I hear his soft chuckle, “No,”

“Then why can't I see you?”

“Your contacts fell off.”

My head slants to the side, “They've never fallen off without encouragement.

He shrugs and I realize my fingers are now tracing the angles, curves, and sharp planes of his face.

“I want to see you,” I whi