They were all familiar faces, so Noah didn't see them out. As soon as the door closed, he came over to hug me. I pretended to dislike the smell of alcohol, but the truth was, I didn't want to share a bed with him.
"I'm not feeling well."
"What's wrong?"
"My head hurts a bit, maybe I caught a chill."
We were this close to getting married, so he knew what I meant. "There's cold medicine in the drawer. Take a couple of pills, and I'll go out for a smoke."
Before smoking half a cigarette, he couldn't help it anymore. "The boss asked me to work overtime at the company, you go to sleep first, don't wait for me."
Noah got in the elevator, and I took the stairs.
Twice in one day, I knocked on Huston's door. He was only wearing a bathrobe, as if he had just stepped out of the shower to answer the door. If there was someone inside, I'd leave. If there wasn't, I'd go in.
"Got time?" I started with the same line.
"I'm not interested in drunks."
"How about a pretty drunk?"
Before I could finish, Huston had already pulled me inside. He really had been showering, and the pleasant scent wrapped around me, holding me captive.
