Page 27 of The Last Person

Unless getting my mind off my feelings for Brian meant getting my body on him. Or his body on me.

As the car we called for pulls into the parking garage of our apartment building, more of Brian’s weight rests on me.

I’m not sure if he’s asleep or too drunk to keep himself upright.

If it’s the second… bold of him to assume I’m not just as shitfaced as he is.

When the car stops, he sits upright and looks around.

“Door,” I point.

He mumbles something back and slings it open, then we both tumble out and aim for the private penthouse elevator.

We lean against separate walls as we take the dizzying ride up to our floor, then stumble off the elevator.

I fumble to pull my phone out of my pocket—thank god for electronic locks—and get the door open.

Brian trips over his own feet and almost goes ass over.

“Need me to put you to bed?” I ask, waggling my eyebrows.

But he’s still stumbling around and totally misses my suggestive tone.

Not sure if that’s good or bad.

“I’m not five. Just drunk. As a monkey’s uncle.”

“I don’t think… you said that right.”

“Meh.”

I throw my head back and laugh. “C’mon, big guy.”

I nudge him in the direction of his room.

“Told you I’m good,” he slurs.

“Totes. So am I. But we should make sure the other sleeps face down—and has a bucket. Don’t want to puke all over ourselves. Or choke and die.”

He turns back to me with a grimace. “Morbid.”

I knock on his forehead like it’s a door. “Reality.”

He swats at my hand and almost falls over.

“Exhibit one,” I tell him.

He squints at me, then grabs my shirt and drags me down the hall.Mm. I could get used to this.

God, I’m so not straight. I’m a horny little horndog for Brian’s dick. And also horny for his mouth. Like on my mouth.

I look down. Good thing little Hardy is asleep for the night. Otherwise, he’d probably pop in and make things awkward.

“Gotta piss,” Brian says, aiming for his bathroom once we’re in his room.

I think I nod. Or wave. Some kind of gesture of acknowledgment. Then I collapse on the side of the bed I know he never sleeps on and grab the nearby garbage can.

Brian reappears a few minutes later in only his boxers because the universe is a big, fat meanie. He’s not hard, but I can still see the outline of his pantie python. It’s all there and big andhello.