The windshield wipers swished back and forth loudly as the rain spattered on the glass.She lifted her head, but the motion made her nauseated so she put it back down. Groggy and disoriented, she asked, “How’d I get here?”Grayson ran her hands through her sister’s hair. “I’m worried about you, Luna.”Luna rolled her eyes and pulled her head up, ignoring the pain. “Don’t be. I’m fine. I must have lost count of my drinks.”“That’s what worries me.” Grayson’s voice was solemn and it irked Luna. Just because her sister had a perfect life, it didn’t mean everyone else did, too. So, she got drunk, who gave a flying fuck. “Where’s Marcus?”“We already dropped him off.”Derrick rolled to a stop at the front of her apartment building. Pushing the door open, Luna scrambled out of the vehicle. Jumping down she landed in a puddle. The night just kept getting better. Grayson got out and ran with her through the rain to the front door, as if she couldn’t make it there herself.
