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She’d called Carla and told her to find out what was in the drink. Carla said
she’d text her the ingredients as soon as she knew.
She gave me crackers and mineral water; I closed my eyes because the light hurt.
I cracked them open in time to see Sanya push her dress off her shoulders and down
her hips. She was wearing another thong. I was pissed. I could have been taking off

that thong if I’d just said no. She hooked her fingers in the strings and pulled off the
thong. I closed my eyes for a moment letting the idea of a sober Sanya being nude in
the same room with me – even if it was for a brief moment– sink in.
When I opened them again, she was putting her other clothes in the dirty laundry
bag while wearing cotton string bikini underwear covered in a cute flower pattern
and the matching bra. She pulled on a light weight robe and crawled next to me. She
dimmed the lights to a comfortable setting for my eyes.
Did I forget to mention the fucking remote-controlled light dimmer!
I’m beyond mad at myself and that stupid drink.
“I’m not mad at you, Henry. I just hate seeing you sick behind something as
stupid as a drink. How are you feeling?”
“I know.” I only had the energy to whisper. I wrapped my arm around her waist
and rested my head on her chest. So soft. So warm. “Terrible,” I answer her question.

She kissed the top of my head and rubbed my hair until I fell asleep.
I woke up later when I felt her shift from under me and gently place my head on
a pillow. I missed her body instantly. I felt a little better and opened my eyes to see
where she was going. I heard an “Oh, Teo” on the other side of our door.
Sanya marched to our door and flung it open with all of the force her little body
could muster. Teo and Lizzie fell inside our room half-naked. The two dummies
bumped heads on impact. I felt well enough to sit up and rest against the headboard.
I didn’t want to miss it. They’d officially pissed off Sanya, and I had first row seats
to her losing her shit while wearing a matching bra and panty set.
This was gold.
She stared down at them with her hands on her hips. Her robe almost floated
behind her like a cape. Then she squatted and knocked her balled up fist on both of
their foreheads like they were made of wood. They rolled away from each other and
sat up slightly disoriented. Teo covered his unimpressive junk with his hand and bent
his pale legs. He wasn’t gentleman enough to help cover his girlfriend. Lucky for
Lizzie, she only had to resituate her clothes.