“Are you sure? You can stay here if you want,” I said, still running my hand up and down her back. “The couch is pretty comfortable. Or you can have my bed, and I can take the couch.”
Amalia sat up and shook her head. “I want to go home. Can you call my dad while I throw up?”
Amalia got up and stumbled to the bathroom as if nothing had happened. She groaned as she fell into one wall before sinking to the ground and crawling the rest of the way to the washroom.
It had been long since I had last seen her this drunk. She was better off without Jaxon, but the next few weeks would be hell while she got over the relationship.
Amalia tended to fall in love hard and fast when we were in university. She would think that she was head over heels for these men, and then when they broke her heart a few weeks later, she would spend nearly a month mourning a relationship that never was.
I sighed and sent a message to Brandon while Amalia retched. When she finally stumbled back into the living room, the color drained from her face, and she looked ready to pass out.
A knock at my door a few minutes after Amalia sank back into the couch. I let out a deep breath and walked to the door, trying to prepare myself to act normal around Brandon. I doubted I could, but I would put my best effort forward.
When I opened the door, his warm gaze drifted down my body. Then, finally, he looked back up at me with a small smile and a wink before looking over my shoulder at Amalia.
“How is she doing?” he asked, stepping into my apartment.
His cologne wrapped around me as he reached down and hooked his finger around mine. He gave my finger a light squeeze before heading to the couch. Amalia looked up at him with watery eyes.
“She’s been worse. She needs to sleep this off and be better in the morning.”
“I never liked that guy,” Brandon said as he picked up Amalia. “You should have dumped him months ago. You’re far too good for him.”
Amalia mumbled something into her father’s shoulder as her eyes drifted shut. Brandon looked at me with a small smile and winked again before carrying Amalia out of the apartment.
I shut the door behind them, wondering what would happen if Amalia ever found out I was sleeping with her father.
There was an excellent chance that it would ruin my friendship forever.