Chapter 6

ANASTASIA

Well, maybe I will agree with everyone at this point: Drinking is a bad thing. It induces this stupid courage in you and leaves you hanging there and staring blankly at the mess you’ve caused once the effect is gone.

I’m biting my lips so hard right now because I can’t believe the mess I’ve gotten myself into.

My memories of last night with Denver flood back. I press my head into the soft pillow, picturing the image of last night—how he kept staring at me and how his face remained rigid—but he's still the most handsome man I’ve seen at forty, and I can’t help but cringe at the words I said to him.

And hell, no fucking way, I told him I haven’t been normal since I saw his cock. I pop my cheek as it burns red hot while I sit on the edge of the bed. How do I approach him now? I’m so embarrassed at myself.

I wonder how he sees me or what he thinks of me now. Fuck, I promise that will be the last time I take alcohol again.

I bring my hands to touch my lips, and my body explodes i