11

The door got banged open, and I jumped two feet from the bed, Jake stumbled inside.

“Jake? Where the fuck have you been? I’ve been worried sick about you.” The first sentence after I surprisingly exclaimed his name was pure relief, the second was harsh. I got up, but when I started to walk across the room, I noticed something was off. His balance was hell and his eyes blurry. A reek of alcohol hit my nose. “Are you… drunk?” I gasped in shock, but before he could answer I had to stabilize him, otherwise he would have gone down on his face.

“Yeah, I think so.” He chuckled with a stupid smile on his face.

I got him guided to the bed. He was swaying a lot, and I had trouble keeping him upright. Jesus Christ! I didn’t think he was even capable of getting himself undressed, so I started to take off his jacket.

“Come here, Val.” He grabbed my waist and pulled me backward down to sit on his lap as I had turned around to hang up his jacket. I dropped it on the