chapter 62

I wake up to the smell of pancakes.

I stretch and drag myself from bed. I don't remember sleeping in this big clean t-shirt. And I don't remember how I ended up in bed. Wait...

Damien was here last night. And he took me from the couch. And he carried me in his arms. And I puked all over him. That's all I remember. The rest of it is just blank.

I storm out of the room. Lana is in the kitchen making pancakes. Maybe she has answers. Maybe she can tell me what exactly happened. Maybe she can tell me if Damien is mad at me. Or maybe she can tell me if I just made him up. Maybe he wasn't even here. Maybe I was too horny and my mind just made him up...

My jaw drops when I push the door open.

Damien is standing there, flipping pancakes. One piece of the puzzle is solved. Now I'm sure that he was here last night. He's wearing the same sweatpants. He's wearing the same t-shirt I puked allover. It's clean as fùck. No stain of vomit.

"You look like you've seen a dead corpse cooking." He chuckles.