Keepin' The Faith by Beth Rinyu

Author:Beth Rinyu [Rinyu, Beth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Beth Rinyu
Published: 2016-11-10T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 21

Gabe

I awoke, feeling much like I had back in my college days, splitting headache, aching body, and a major hard-on. I rolled over, trying to get my wits about me. I wasn’t in my bed. I wasn’t even in my house. It took me a few seconds to remember most of yesterday’s events and why I was on the sofa of my grandmother’s beach house. What the fuck was I thinking yesterday? I should have never let my guard down and invited Faith to lunch. That was just a stupid move on my part. Then I should have never started drinking wine and mixing it with shots of Jack—another dumb move on my part. But Faith was on edge, and I was hoping some alcohol would ease the tension. Then there were the relentless texts I was getting from my grandmother. First telling me to be a gentleman, then telling me to cover up if I planned on going inside and playing. When the phone calls started, I turned my phone off.

I vaguely remembered bits and pieces of the night. We had talked a lot, drunk even more, and watched a little TV. I didn’t even remember falling asleep. Did I kiss Faith or was I dreaming? I was pretty sure it was just a dream, because if I had, I wouldn’t have been able to stop there. I would have been waking up naked next to her. I stared up at the ceiling and rubbed my hands down my face before resting them on my temples, trying to subside the throbbing pain emitting from each side of my head.

I finally manned up, sitting up and easing myself off the sofa. I stood on unsteady legs and went into the bathroom, wondering where Faith was. Why the hell were my pants unzipped? My dire need to piss averted that question from my mind.

There was still no sign of Faith when I scuttled into the kitchen. Empty alcohol bottles lined the counter, as if I needed a reminder as to why I was feeling so shitty. “Damn,” I muttered, resting my head on the pantry door and coming up empty on the coffee. I stood there silently staring at the shelves, willing it to magically appear, startling at the sound of the sliding glass door opening. A sharp pain jolted up the back of my neck when I turned my head to see who was there. I hadn’t been this banged up by alcohol in a while.

Even Faith’s contagious smile wasn’t helping to ease my discomfort. I was in misery. Now I remembered why I didn’t drink this way anymore. How could Faith look so perky? She didn’t drink as much as I did, but given her size and the amount of wine she put away, she had to be a little hungover herself. But as she stood in front of me dressed in her now dried clothes she had on yesterday, holding two cups of coffee, she didn’t seem affected at all.

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