"It does," I breathed out, cutting him off. "It does make it better. To me, at least."
"We got there before they could go further," Brixton said. "You're sore because of me, Lily-pad, and those hickeys are from my lips. We went a bit hard last night, but I couldn't help it."
"Uh... why — uhm, I mean, how did we - uh... What happened, Brixton?" I stammered, feeling confused. "I don't remember much at all after they force-fed me that drink... How did you guys find me? What happened with Sophie? Is Trouble okay? And why... Why were we fu.cking right after all of that? And why don't I remember-"
"Okay, okay, I know you have a lot of questions," he said, putting his hands on my shoulders. "But let me take care of you first. Asprin and water. Then we walk while you eat, okay?"
I nodded and B
