“I’m fine. I just need to sleep it off.” She closes her eyes and feigns sleep.
“Like a hangover?” I’m skeptical. She’s fainted more than once today. I’d be an asshole if I left her all alone.
My instinct tells me to take her to the emergency room.
Her silence irritates me, and I scoot closer, the chair squeaking against the linoleum flooring, forcing her to open an eye as she glares at me.
“I’m trying to sleep, Moretti.”
All the lights are still on in her dorm room. I don’t think she’s actually trying to sleep, it’s more of her way to shut me up.
I’m learning to speak Bristol Greyson a little too well.
Pursing my lips, I have an idea.
She’s going to hate me for it, but well, she already hates me.
“Remember that bet?”
Bristol grumbles under her breath.
“I don’t think I’m up for going out, Liam.” Her nostrils flare, and she gives me the side-eye.
Oh yeah, she’s definitely going to hate me even more.
Good.
“I’m calling it.”
“What?” her brow twitches, and she rolls onto her side, keeping her legs outstretched. “What are you yammering on about?”
“I’m going to take you out on that date tonight.”
She snorts. “Do I really look capable of going out tonight, Liam? Read the fucking room.”
A smirk falls on my lips. “Oh, I am. You’re accompanying me where I want to go.”
“Fuck off.” She throws up her hand, giving me the finger. I imagine it takes her a lot of energy, based solely on the expression she’s wearing.
I lean closer, getting in her face, riling her up. “I love your energy.”
“You’re a real piece of trash, Liam. Forcing me to go out with you when I’m sick.”
I glance at my phone, checking the temperature this evening, to make sure it’s not too chilly and if she’ll need a light coat before going out.
“Hate-date,” I say with a smirk. “Let’s call it what it is.”
She snips at me, “At least you have one thing right. The only thing we’ll ever agree on.”
I pull up the maps app on my phone and type in the location of where I want us to go. I keep it out of her sight. There’s zero chance she’d agree with my decision.
I shove my phone back into my pocket. I retrieve her keys and lift Bristol into my arms.
“Are you planning on carrying me on our date?” Her arms wrap around my neck, but it’s only for support. “I hate you,” she grumbles into my ear.
“I’m sure you’ll hate me even more after.”
“Why? Do you plan on forcing yourself on me?”