Page 170 of Only With Me

“I forgot my key.”

“This ain’t your room,” Waylon reminds him, helping him to his feet. “Where’s your phone? It says your location is like on the roof or something.”

“I dunno, I lost it,” he slurs, still clearly tipsy. “And I lost my key so that’s why I came here.”

“You wanna tell me about this?” Waylon grabs his left hand with a brand-new wedding band on his ring finger.

“Oh shit…” He stares at it like it’s the first time he’s seeing it. “Who’d I marry?”

“Jesus Christ,” Waylon mutters, scrubbing a hand down his face. “My ex-girlfriend, you fucker.”

I suck in my lips to stop myself from laughing.

“Delilah?” Wilder says it like even he’s shocked she agreed to marry him.

“Yep,” I say.

“Fuck…she’s gonna kill me, ain’t she?” He scratches his head like he knows this is bad even for him.

“Oh yeah…” Waylon shakes his head, crossing his arms. “I might as well start writin’ your eulogy now.”