Burn Into Me (Into Me Series Book Two)

Chapter Thirty One - Daisy

My head pounds and the light hurts my eyes. I groan, my stomach twisting and turning violently. The sound of someone puking makes my eyes immediately snap open, my body suddenly scrambling to sit up and figure out where the hell someone is yaking so aggressively. I squint toward the bathroom where Jackson leans over the toilet, buck-ass nude, practically fucking screaming with every round of puke. I roll my eyes.

For fuck's sake.

"For why are you yaking so loudly?!" I groan, slumping back over into bed onto my pillow and shutting my eyes. I cover myself back up with our comforter, hiding my body from the cold air of the outside world.
"Not all of us can be silent pukers like you, Jet!" he argues back before puking again. He coughs and sputters a few times, clearing his throat. "I'm never drinking again," he declares before groaning and slumping his body against the wall.
"Right there with you," I mutter into the pillow.

There's a knock on the bedroom door.

"Huuuhhhhh???" I groan, my voice cracking a few times.
"Is someone dying in there?" Austin's voice asks.

To be young and without hangovers again...

"Just my liver!" Jackson shouts. I groan and flinch in pain, the sound hurting my brain even further. "Sorry..." Jackson whisper-shouts.
"Well, I was gonna go run to the diner down the street and get us some greasy breakfast," Austin offers.
"Okay," I groan.
"Please don't talk about food-" Jackson says before gagging again followed by some more scream-puking.
Jesus Christ, why are men such bitchy pukers?!
"Damn, why are you both in such a mood?" Austin snaps.
"It's 8:30, I have a hangover, and you're annoying me," I spit.
"Well damn, tough crowd. I'll be back!" Austin shouts through the door.
Jackson and I both groan loudly in response.

Jackson flushes the toilet and manages to stand up, hobbling over to the sink where he swishes some mouthwash around. He eventually makes his way back into bed with me, humming happily once I'm lying in his arms.

"How much of last night do you remember?" he asks lowly.
"Well, I remember the Wobble..." I start, furrowing my eyebrows and squinting my eyes as the gears in my brain turn painfully slow.
"I too remember the Wobble," Jackson nods.
"I vaguely remember an Uber ride and insisting everyone stayed over for the night," I continue.
"You said you 'didn't want the fun to end so there had to be a slumber party' if I remember correctly," Jackson adds, laughing just a bit.
I cringe, "Yeah, I remember that now that you mention it."

"You also demanded that we take an Uber X because you, and I quote, 'didn't want to take the peasant Uber because you work your ass off for your money and deserve to enjoy it.' And then proceeded to use my Uber account and my debit card," Jackson informs me.
"Heh, uh..." I beg the synapses in my brain to fire fast enough to make a witty comeback. "It's a shared bank account so technically that's my debit card too," I tell him.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he chuckles, shaking his head at me. "Do you remember anything else?"
I adjust my body, a sticky feeling between my thighs. "I'm gonna guess we fucked because I'm pretty sure I have cum between my legs."
"Oh, we fucked alright," he snorts.

"Why do you say it like that?!" I scoff.
"I say it like that because you are not the quiet, good girl that you pretend to be," Jackson suggests, lifting an eyebrow.
"Quiet?!" I snap, sitting up as my eyes widen. My head screams in protest, reminding me that I am not the young 22-year-old that used to do this shit. I close my eyes and rub my temples before opening my eyes again to find Jackson with a shit-eating grin on his face. "What are you trying to say?!"
"I'm just saying that you are very... expressive... very... passionate when you're drunk," Jackson suggests, holding in his laughter.

"Oh my god, do you think they heard us?!" I blurt, eyes widening.
"Yeah, we heard you!" Riley yells from the next room over.
"Oh my god..." I gasp, absolutely mortified, my hands flying to cover the blush that overtakes my cheeks. Jackson loses it, laughing so hard that it makes my headache worsen just a bit. "Jackson! This isn't funny!"
"Don't you mean 'Daddy', Jet?" Penny teases through the wall.
"Oh my god!" I shriek, burying my face in my pillow.