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He’d bought the same shirt. I wonder if he still has it.
Shifting around, I try to get comfortable, but it’s as if all the blood in my body has rushed into my right hand, making it pulse and throb, bringing a fresh wave of chills to my clammy skin.
“Is this what they gave you?” Jeremy asks, and when I lift my gaze to find him inspecting the little orange prescription bottle, even through my fog, I don’t miss the frown etched across his face.
“Yep,” I say, and gesture for him to hand it over.
He cuts a look over at Waylon. “You probably shouldn’t mix…”
“I’ll only take one,” I mutter, holding my hand out impatiently.
Lips pursed, he nods, and twists off the cap. It’s only then that I remember I wouldn’t have been able to do that.
“Thanks,” I whisper when he hands me a pill. Tossing it in my mouth, I glance at Waylon and mumble with a wave of a hand, “Gimme that.”
He hesitates for only a second, before extending it to me.
He got more ink, I can’t help but notice. His shirt is rolled up enough to reveal not just the sprinkle of tattoos on his knuckles, but the newer additions disappearing up his arm. I wonder when he did that…
I wash the pill down with a searing gulp of vodka, drawing some of my body’s awareness away from my throbbing hand. My eyes nearly roll back from the relief. When I sense the two of them watching me, their concern palpable, it only spurs me to take another gulp.
Nausea wells, but I fight it back, gritting my teeth, breathing harshly through my nose.
“Mase…”
“It’s fine, Jer,” I mutter, hanging my head and squeezing my eyes shut. My arm is killing me. Today sucks. I really don’t need the fucking lecture.
But just when I think he’s going to do just that, he surprises me.
“Can I have some?”
My eyes crack open, and through my lashes, I find him holding his hand out expectantly. His jaw is tight, and there’s a dark sort of determined glint in his eyes that has me hesitating.
Why? I’m not really sure…
But his mouth thins, and something tells me he senses where my mind’s going before I even realize it.
“I’m not a fucking child. Hell, I’m older than you, in case you forgot,” he all but spits. “Hand it over.”
Waylon snickers quietly at that, and I just blink at the unexpected hostility.
“Have you ever…”
Jeremy rolls his eyes, and leans across the bed, ripping the bottle from my hands. He mutters something under his breath that I can’t quite make out—pretty sure I catch the word idiot though—and then he’s bringing it to his mouth.
My brows arch as I watch him instantly start choking and gasping.
Waylon sighs. “Ah, a virgin.”
The look he gets for that is downright terrifying.
Rolling my lips together, I hold back a laugh as Jeremy buries his mouth in his fist, trying not to hurl. Meanwhile, his gaze is narrowed into a slitted glare, one he easily shifts from Waylon to me when a tiny snicker escapes.
Ah, that was quick, I think as warmth shoots through my veins, making my limbs feel all buzzy and heavy.
I don’t think I ate today, so that’s probably why.
Oops.
