Lizzie, he groaned, licking into her mouth.
Y’all hypothermic. That’s not going to happen.Next thing he knew, she’d sat him down on his toilet seat and was starting the bath.
I’ll take it from here, he said, leaning to the side and letting the wall catch him. Thanks.He was just shutting his eyes when she slapped him in the face. Wake up.The sting did bring him around, and he rubbed his cheek. Did you enjoy that?
Yes, I did. And I’ll do it again. She shoved his toothbrush into his mouth. Use that.It was hard to talk around the damn thing, so he did what he was told, working the left side, the right, the front, the under parts. Then he bent over and spit in the sink.
It’s not that cold, he said.
How would you know. You’re saturated drunk.Staring at her ceiling, his mind pulled a churn and burn over it all, and the next thing he knew, light was glowing at the edge of the horizon. A quick glance at Lizzie’s alarm clock and he was surprised to find that he’d blown the whole night.
Sliding out from under the sheets, he got to his feet and went into the bathroom. His clothes were unsalvageable; he picked them up off the floor and put them into her trash. The only thing he saved? His boxers.Better than driving home buck-ass naked on the Lord’s day.
Back out in the bedroom, he went over to Lizzie. I gotta go.She came awake on a jerk, and he soothed her until she put her head on the pillow again. I’ve got a date with a beautiful woman that I can’t miss, he said.