Chapter 19

"You invited me to sleep in here. Do you even fucking remember that conversation or were you too fucked up?" she snapped, a hurt expression taking over her features as she threw the covers off of her frame and struggled to pull herself up into a sitting position - I usually helped her with that task each morning. I just swallowed thickly, not wanting to admit that yes, I did remember everything from last night and that I had royally fucked up. Whether that was last night or this morning, I wasn't quite sure. Well - no - I was, I just didn't want to admit it. "Is that a rhetorical question? I do recall you loving those," I shot back sarcastically. I figured she already probably hated me at this point, might as well drive it home. "You are fucking unbelievable!" she screamed, whipping around to glare at me as she picked up a pillow from the bed and tossed it at my head. I deflected the hit, just glaring right back, but I couldn't help but notice that the neck-li