Nothing We Could Do

Chapter 17

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One thing about waking up with a hangover is that it sucks.

Even opening my eyes hurt.

In the few seconds it took for my eyes to adjust, I realized I was alone.

That was weird, I could swear I was with someone. Maybe I'd brought a girl home and she'd woken up earlier and left, though I didn't recall having sex.

The smell of strawberries lingered around but I couldn't place where I knew the smell from. My head hurt the more I tried to remember so I gave up, pushing myself upright and throwing the covers off.

I groaned, rubbing at my temple. It took me longer than usual to brush my teeth, step into some pants and shuffle down the stairs, gripping the banister for dear life to avoid toppling over.

Zeke and Naveen were standing around in the kitchen and both gave each-other knowing looks as I appeared in the doorway.

I yawned, running a hand through my hair, "Can someone tell me what the hell happened last night?"

Zeke smiled, "You drank alot."

I rolled my eyes, "Well no shit."

I walked over to the Island and sat on one of the stools.

"We had to drag your ass into the house because you passed out dumbass," Naveen added.

I scoffed, raising my head to glare at him, "You want me to say thank you? How many times have I done that for your sorry ass?"

Zeke laughed, "He's got a point."

"Breakfast." A plate of pancakes was slid infront of me.

I blinked at Ivanna. She wore one of my shirts, an apron tied around her front and her hair scraped back in a low bun with a few wisps escaping.

I felt myself harden almost immediately. She looked good wearing my clothes, and the apron was tight around her waist, showing off her silhouette.

I opened my mouth to say thank you, "What are you doing here?"

I mentally kicked myself. I sounded bitter as if I were annoyed by her presence yet I wasn't in the slightest. If I had to wake up with a hangover everyday for the rest of my life, that would be fine as long as I got to see her standing in my kitchen wearing my clothes.

She glanced at me and looked away just as quickly before turning to the fridge.

Zeke coughed, "Me and Naveen are heading to the lounge."

Ivanna turned to glare at them but they were already gone, sounds of the TV floating into the kitchen. I stood up and walked over to where she was.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, "Ivanna?"

She opened the fridge door, blocking my face.

I side stepped around it, coming up behind her. She was staring into the fridge but I could tell from the stiffness of her shoulders she was very aware of my proximity.

I stepped a little closer, "Ivanna can you talk to me?"

She crossed her arms, "After what you said yesterday? Do even remember?"

I winced. I did remember. The argument... Amy. Everything past that was drowned out by the alcohol.

"Look," I sighed, "I didn't mean what I said, I wasn't thinking."