DENOVA’S POV
“I think Rhys is mad at me,” I stated as soon as I walked in through the door of our shabby apartment. Cameron was on my couch-bed, eating popcorn and watching ‘The Good Doctor.’
“How come?” she asked through a mouthful of popcorn. I plopped down beside her and shoved a handful in my mouth.
“I don’t know. Probably from whatever nonsense I did or said last night.”
I cringed at the memory of me calling him a goat. The fact that I couldn’t remember anything else after that was really disturbing me. What if I did something stupid? I’d never been drunk before, and the first time I was overwhelmed by alcohol, it was at my boss’ house and I called him a farm animal.
“Never let me drink that much again, Cammie.”
“To be fair, you only had three glasses of whiskey. But then there
