I exit the bathroom to a mop of dark hair and piercing blue eyes. “You need to shit?” I ask him and toss him the keys. “Just making sure you weren’t doing anything stupid,” he mutters. “Like what? Getting high?” I glare. “With what?” I motion to our naked selves. “I didn’t shove anything up my ass. But you—maybe you put a fucking soul up yours. Why don’t you go dig deep and try to pry it out.”
