Bree’s POV
“Shit.” I slap a hand to my mouth to suppress the gasp, and I slam the door in his face, at the same time.
My heart is pounding louder than before, I doubt I have up to a minute to live.
‘Your next flat neighbor saw your boobies and cunt! Scratch that, Caroline’s next flat neighbor… He’s still your neighbor!’
Gosh! I'm drunk!
The effect of the alcohol is taking a heavy toll on me.
“Ma’am?” His soft tone accompanied by a knock, startles me.
My problem is right at the other side, waiting for me.
“Oh, god.” I press a hand to my chest and clasp my legs together as if it will squeeze away his memory.
Ella and Caroline’s inaudible whispers confirm they already know about the awkward situation. How great. Now my little secret is all over the neighborhood!
“Are you okay?”
