Chapter 9

Jay responds by looking him directly in the eye and finishing his glass in one swallow, his throat bobbing as he takes in the strong alcohol. He coughs slightly once he’s done, but if Willow had done that, he’d be sputtering for the rest of the night.

“I guess that means you’re staying the night?” Willow asks, wanting to be sure.

“You’re stuck with me unless you kick me out,” Jay says simply.

Willow laughs. “I never see myself kicking you out of my bed. I can’t imagine anyone would kick you out of theirs, either.”

“You’d be surprised. It’s happened.” Jay shrugs like it is no big deal, but Willow can see the old hurt in his eyes, pain not fully healed by time.

“Whoever it was, they were a fool,” Willow says firmly, pouring Jay another glass.

Jay smiles. “I’m glad you think so.”

“Don’t think. I know. I will never throw you out,” Willow promises, drinking from his glass, even though he feels a little light headed already. The liquor really does pack a punch.