I try to wink back, but I feel like I’m wincing. “Do you have something in your eye? God, I hate it when that happens,” Asher says and then hands me an ice cube from his cup. “Put that on there.” “What the hell? Don’t put that on your eye, Heath. That will make it hurt worse. There’s lemon in your drink, you dick.” Asher stares down at his drink and shrugs. “Oh. Yeah. Probably not a good idea.”
