Broken Lyrics (Book 3 of the Black Heart Series)

Eight

Bree

I woke up in my bedroom, I had no idea what time it was, but my head was pounding and my throat was dry.

I rolled over to get my bearings when something in the corner of my room caught my eye.

Or, rather, someone.

He was lounged out on my reading chair, his long legs sprawled out as he slumped low, looking out my bedroom window.

"It's been years since I needed to watch someone, to make sure they didn't die in their own vomit." He spoke in monotone, "There's aspirin and water on your night table. Take it."

He didn't look at me at all.
I leaned over to take the drink and pills, feeling my equilibrium pulling me down and almost falling out the bed in the process.

Asher was at the side of my bed instantly, catching me before I could hit the floor.

"I don't remember vomiting." I said in confusion.

"You didn't. Your friend said that you drank half the bottle of whiskey and you weren't a drinker. I didn't know what to expect."

He put emphasis on the word friend, as though he didn't believe Davis was only my friend.

I closed my eyes and took a sigh, trying to let the night come back to me...

I remember Davis talking to me as I curled over the Bar... That's all I could remember...

"Where's Davis?" I asked.

Davis was probably worried sick about me...

I glanced around the room. The time on my alarm clock said it was almost two in the afternoon. I needed to find my cellphone and text him.

Declan had stayed with Alex last night, so I didn't have to worry about her, but Davis was probably freaking out. Especially if I wasn't at work and his check-in was going unnoticed.

"Probably nursing his black eye and fat lip." He scoffed.

"What?!" I snapped at him.

"I went back to the bar last night, to talk to you, but you are already passed out." He shrugged, "He said he would take you home. I offered and he said no. I won, end of story."

"Imagine my surprise when I found out that you still lived in your father's old house." He looked around the room, almost in awe, but there was a dryness to his tone.

I had remodeled it since my father had left me the house, but that was beside the point.

"You what?!" I jumped out of bed, ignoring my splitting headache and began to look in my pants and clothing for my cell.

I could feel his eyes on me, and that was when I realized something else for the first time.

Why was I digging through the clothes I had been wearing last night?

I looked down, realizing that I was only in my bra and thong. I froze, pausing my search.

"And why am I naked?!"

His gaze moved from me to the window again.

"You still have your underwear on. Don't blow a gasket. I didn't think you'd be comfortable sleeping in your clothes and I wasn't about to dig through your shit to find pajamas at three-thirty in the morning."

I ran to my dresser to grab my sweats and slid them on, mumbling the whole time.

I couldn't believe that he had been back in my life for not even twenty-four hours and had already seen me naked again. Not that he was going to. It had just been sixteen years since someone had seen me this naked and I never expected the next one to be Asher McGhee.