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My head spins a little, and I try to stand up. Bad idea. The couch seems to tilt?? Or the floor?? Something is definitely tilting.

"I'm... I'm gonna go," I mumble, waving my hand like it's heavy. "to- to the room, and sleep or die or something."

Before I faceplant into the carpet, a strong hand grabs my arm. Not Soleil's. Not Caitlyn's. Donathan's. He pulls me upright with this annoyed grunt. "Careful."

His grip is warm and steady. I look up and wow, he's close. Like... close close. His eyes are even greener when the room is spinning.

"I'm fine..." I say, slurring like a liar. "You're not." he mutters. "You can't even walk straight."

"Neither can you," I shoot back, even though he very obviously can. He rolls his eyes. "I'm literally sober."

"Sounds fake," I mumble.

"Come on." Donathan says, still holding my arm. "I'll take you upstairs before you break your leg or something."

My heart trips over itself like an idiot. "I-I don't need your help..."

"Yeah.." he says, already steering me toward the stairs. "You do."

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