“I came to see if you were staying here or if you wanted to go home later.” My heart went ka-thunk like a rusted old car. “Staying here?” I may have thrown some extra personal items into my bag in case this scenario arose, but I genuinely didn’t think it would. “As a friend, James. But if you want to go home, I’ll stop drinking after this so I can drive you. This is my first beer.” I chewed my lip, considering. I was fairly certain that if I stayed, it wouldn’t be as a friend, despite his assurance. Did I want that? I sure did. But I was also a little scared. Okay, a lot scared.
