#Chapter 90 – Date Night

I groan when I wake up the next morning, my face flat against the marble of my bathroom floor. “Shhh!” I turn my head to see Anton laying flat on his back, his hands covering his face. “What?” I murmur, groggy and in pain. “You’re being impossibly loud, Juniper,” Anton mumbles, massaging his eyes with his fingertips. “You’re killing me. Please. Silence yourself.” “Oh, shut up,” I mutter, turning my face away. “How bad can it be? You’re already dead.” “I’d kick you,” he says on a sigh. “If I could. First you get us all drunk, and then you rub in the fact that I’m dead? I’m hungover, June, go easy on me –“ “How can you be hungover you don’t even have a body –“ “And yet! The headache persists!” I start to laugh, my whole body shaking as I turn over onto my own back and shake my head at him. “Shut up, Anton, you’re being ridiculous.” He flaps a hand out towards me, pretending to smack, but it falls way too short. I just grin at him and let my eyes drift shut, breath