Hycinth

I stared down at Leander’s large frame on the bed, out cold, snoring softly, his clothes from the night before wrinkled and disheveled.

The competition was beginning today and I couldn’t believe he’d decided last night was the opportune moment to get drunk off his ass. What was he thinking?

I let out a little cough, struggling to breathe with the suffocating scent of alcohol in the air. How the hell much did he drink?

Moving to the window, I pulled open the curtains. Sunlight ...