I stared at Dameon's sleeping figure as I had somehow managed to drag him back to his house after the dinner. The colleagues that found me with puke all over my clothes and a blacked out drunk Dameon urged that we head home for the day.
I apologised on his behalf but they did not seem too upset as they merely told me that they'll keep me in touch if there were any problems. I felt a little guilty for having them take on more workload when it was supposed to be my responsibility but...
"Sigh... You're my responsibility too..." I hugged my knee before poking Dameon's cheek as he groans in his sleep.
What made you drink so much? Geez, I don't think he's ever drank that much even when we were out together... In fact... I think I was the one who normally got drunk first.
"Huh... It couldn't be... Was it really because of your name in my contacts?" I gasped, a sudden realisation coming over me as I reached over to the night stand and grabbed my phone before opening my contacts.
