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Allelujah sighed, all but wallowing in guilt. He drank too much. He’d seen people give blood. They might complain of light-headedness and drink some juice, but passing out was rarely on the itinerary. She made no move to stop him (like she could have, in that state) as his fingers shooed hers away to press on the shirt-bandage-thing.
He needn’t have worried. The worst of it seemed to have passed, even if shit was almost entirely soaked through. Her breath came evenly and her face, while pallid, hadn’t twisted in pain or gone stiff with rigor. So he decided to do the only thing he really could do in that situation and sat on the edge of the bed so she could continue fondling his arm. It was a small comfort, he supposed, but whatever helped her sleep.
He didn’t really want to stay on his feet, either. The blood rush had been nothing short of fantastic, but it apparently carried some nasty side effects. The room had started going out of focus and the drums in his head had slowly grown to a head-splitting rhythm. He envied her in that moment, as nonsensical as it may have sounded. He may have been blood rich, but she could sleep it off.
“Wait,” he snapped at no one in particular. A fleshy sound resonated through the bedroom as palm met forehead. He instantly regretted it, even if it served him right. He had fed on a drunk woman. If the arsenal of alcohol in her wet bar had been even the slightest hint, she was a drunk woman who had gotten used to being drunk a long time ago. She had the tolerance that came with a battle-hardened liver. He had all the tolerance of a wide-eyed choirboy.
He sighed again, for all of no one to hear. It was going to be a long night.
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Allelujah had this nightmare before.
Well, not exactly. He usually woke up in a bathtub full of ice without kidneys. Groaning awake to the mother of all headaches to find yourself lying in bed, topless and spooning with a beautiful woman … well, there were worse ways to end a nightmare.
The beautiful woman’s lips fluttered against his shoulder blade. “Awake?”
He hummed weakly. Talking was the last thing on his mind. He wanted dark and quiet and-she was awake? He would have sat bolt upright at the impropriety of it all, but she tightened her grip on him. “S’okay.”
“I have to get back…” God, he just wanted to sleep but he didn’t even know this woman. They weren’t married. They weren’t even dating. It all struck him as very unseemly.
“Talked to that Irish guy already,” she supplied helpfully. “He called over here about midnight, asking for you. I told him you fell asleep on the couch.”
At the mention of the time, he cast a hazel eye toward the alarm clock. The crimson number stabbed into his brain. Four in the morning? He’d been out for nearly seven hours.
“Neil really said that?”
“Mmm,” she traced something into the small of his back with a lazy finger. “I think he was proud of you.”
He would have laughed if his brain didn’t feel like it had been scrambled.
“Go to sleep.”
She made a compelling argument.
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