Chapter 31. Fight Over the Mess

Ellie's POV

"We are? Did you clean up my puke? Did you carry my ass upstairs? Did you change my clothes? Did..."

"What?" I exclaim.

He cocks his head at me, making my eyes dart to my body. Blue linen shorts, and a pink tee. Last I remember, I was wearing a pair of short jeans and a black tee. Oh, my drunk self!

Shit!

Triple shit!

Did he change my clothes? Ooh, man! Can this get any more embarrassing?

"I will fix breakfast for us," he mutters, turning his back on me as he starts his business.

Now I feel totally ashamed. Like, why the freaking hell did I not check myself and ask myself some questions before leaving my room? I should get the fuck out of his house now. This minute. I have even overstayed my welcome, and things are really getting messed up and out of control.

"Is the pain fading away?" He queries, not sparing me a glance.

He must be really pissed off, and I can't blame him. I can't even get alon