Secrets & Lies

8| Unworthy Hangovers

Death. This must be what death felt like.

"Well, well, well. Look who's finally  waking up."

I groaned as I rolled over in the bed. It took all my energy to pry my eyes open. I squinted in an attempt to see clearly. It was hard to think clearly—let alone see clearly.

"Grant?" I took a look around. Clearly I wasn't in my room at the lake house. A hotel room. His hotel room. Fuck. "What happened last night?"

I had all of my clothes on, so clearly we didn't have sex. I didn't know I felt about that. One thing I did know, was that I didn't remember a damn thing.

"I started to get worried when I didn't hear from you. Then I got a call from Terri."

I frowned. "The bartender?" Was I at the bar last night? Even if I was, why the fuck would she call Grant? How did she even get his number? I tried to sift through my broken, jumbled memories. I remembered Amelia's surprise party wasn't going too well, then my dad wanted to talk about something... "Fuck me," I groaned.

I ran a hand over my face then looked back at Grant. "How hammered did I get?"

Grant smirked and that only terrified me more. "Truth?"

"Yes." No. My gut told me to beg for Grant to lie to me. To tell me I did end up coming over here last night. Then we drank, laughed, and I passed out. That's what I wanted to hear. 

But that's not what Grant ended up saying. "You made Terri call me to come get you."

I felt the color drain from my face. If I told Terri to call Grant, then what the fuck else did I say?

"Did I say anything else? To Terri?" I asked hesitantly.

Grant leaned back in the desk chair he was sitting in and his smile widened. "I believe your exact words were: 'Is he coming? Tell him...tell him I said please. And he has nice eyes. And soft hair...I want waffles.'" Grant licked his lips before flashing me a satisfied grin. "I can't say I didn't enjoy the compliments."

I buried my face in my hands. "I'm screwed. I'm so fucking screwed. My family is going to find out and then—"

"Relax, Logan. It's going to be fine. Terri promised that she won't say anything about anything." 

I looked up at him. "Why? Why would she help us?" I got up from the bed and started to lose my balance. Yeah, I was still a little drunk.

Grant jumped up from his seat and grabbed me by the shoulders to steady me. "Whoa! Easy there big guy. Look at me."

My head was pounding and I could barely focus. Fucking hangovers were never worth it. 

Grant had his hands on either side of my throat with his thumbs resting on my chin, forcing my eyes to meet his. "Logan, look at me."

I blinked repeatedly, trying to focus. After a few deep breaths, the room finally stopped spinning. 

"Better?" Grant asked quietly. 

I nodded. "Yeah. Thanks." 

He stroked my face with his thumb before he removed his hands. The loss of contact had me swaying on my feet—and it wasn't the hangover this time. I've always been a sucker for his touch. When his hands were on me, the rest of the world seemed to disappear. 

Grant reached for something on the bedside table. "Here, take these." 

I took the asprin and the glass of water he offered me. I was so dehydrated, I drank every drop. I handed him back the empty glass. "Thanks. Again."