When I pulled my hand away, it felt a bit warm. I tried to stay composed and said, "Don’t be so formal. Since I’m friends with your sister, you should call me 'sister.' Anyway, the couch is about six foot three inches long, so it should fit you just fine. I’m tired, so I’m going to..."
"I brought some drinks. I heard you’re going through a breakup. How about we have a drink together?" Eason seemed to brush off my attempt at formality.
I thought to myself.
If it weren’t for Demi Allen asking me to look after her brother, I would have been heading out for drinks anyway. His offer was perfect timing.
After drinking too much, I found myself sitting on the carpet, ranting about my ex for being a closeted gay who had deceived me.
"He acted so perfectly when he was chasing me, good morning, good night, bringing me food every day. And now he’s with his roommate. Am I just that blind? How did I not realize he was gay?"
I wasn’t done venting by myself. I dragged him into it too.
"Why aren’t you saying anything? You should be cursing him with me!"
"You’re drunk."
In my hazy state, I heard someone speaking in my ear, making it itch.