A shower erases only so much, but it leaves me feeling more human. I mix a Bloody Mary and lounge on my couch.
The pounding in my head is somewhat dulled when I dial Peter's number. A brief exchange of greetings and then I say, "Hey, sorry I ditched you last night. I…"
I trail off, unwilling to continue.
He laughs. "Yeah, we know. Charlotte saw you going upstairs."
I have no answer. The memories of upstairs are too fresh, too raw to explore.
"Cullen? What were you thinking, Jazz?"
"You know him?"
"You don't?"
"No… I guess I don't."
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