Free Falling For Disaster by K. Sterling

spot as he held Finn’s naked body in his arms. There was another bust of pain in his chest and Saint was on his feet.
    “I have to go,” he mumbled as his eyes went to the front door. It was open and there was only pitch black on the other side of the screen. God, I hope we weren’t loud, Saint prayed. There was no reason anyone would come within miles of Finn’s house. But if they did… And Saint’s bike was sitting out front. “Fuck,” he whispered loudly as he turned and hunted for the elastic band that slipped from his hair. He glanced at Finn out of the corner of his eye and more pain slammed into his gut as if he’d been punched. Finn was leaning forward, his elbows on his knees as he scrubbed his hands over his face. A low, rolling groan spilled from Finn and Saint clenched his jaw. Regret.
    “I hope you don’t mind if I go ahead and start getting black-out drunk now,” he announced as he rose and yanked up his sweatpants as he trudged into the kitchen. Saint swallowed past the tightness in his throat then turned and snatched his t-shirt off the far end of the couch. He pulled it over his head and quickly tucked it in then zipped and buttoned as he made his way around the table. Saint hastily brushed his hands through his hair and pulled it back in a tight ponytail. He glanced down his body and was satisfied that everything looked normal.
    “I’ll see you around,” he said as he pushed the screen door open.
    “I wish you wouldn’t,” Finn said just loud enough for Saint to hear as he quietly shut the door behind him.
     
    “Where were you?” Rose asked as she kicked off her heels then hopped as she pushed her jeans over her hips and down her legs before stepping out of them. “Wes and the guys wouldn’t stop asking about you,” she said as she crawled onto the bed. Saint shrugged as he turned down the volume on the movie and raised an arm so Rose could settle against his side.
    “I got the worst fucking headache after dinner and stopped in to take something. I laid down for a minute and the next thing I knew, it was after 10:00 so I just took a shower and got back in bed,” Saint said as he twirled a lock of Rose’s hair around his finger.
    “Poor baby!” She exclaimed as her hand slid under his shirt and pushed up his chest. He kept his face still and pretended to be focused on the TV. “Maybe there’s something I can do to make you feel better,” Rose whispered as her nails dragged down his stomach. Saint wrinkled his nose and shook his head.
    “You reek of smoke. Go take a shower,” he ordered and slapped her ass. She gasped then pushed her lip out. “Will you still be awake when I get out?” She asked and Saint shrugged again.
    “Probably not, babe,” he mumbled as he turned the volume back up. “I don’t know why, but I’m really tired tonight,” Saint lied. “I was nodding off when you walked in.” He ignored Rose’s disappointed sigh as she rolled away.
    “This is what I get for shacking up with such an old guy,” she said as she tossed her shirt on the floor and unclasped her bra. She dropped it on the bathroom counter and Saint ground his teeth as he looked back at the TV. Why does she have to be such a fucking slob? He complained. If he wasn’t stuck pretending he was about to fall asleep, he’d be picking up after her.
    Saint waited until he heard the sound of water and Rose singing softly in the shower before he slipped from the bed and dashed into the hall and across the living room. He grabbed her purse and quickly searched through the numerous pill bottles. Rose was a walking pharmacy. She didn’t do a lot of hard drugs but she ran on pills. He sifted past uppers and downers until he found what he needed. His eyes flicked in the direction of the bathroom and confirmed that the water was still running before he pulled out a bottle of sleeping pills and quickly popped the lid and fished one out. He dropped the bottle back in the bag and gave it a quick