Picking up a stray dog
Serena’s POV
I was too drunk to be driving.
Not just tipsy, not just buzzing —drunk. The kind of drunk that made the road seem like it was tilting beneath my tires, the streetlights smearing into golden streaks, my fingers slipping against the wheel because my hands were slick with sweat. Bad decisions lined up like dominos, and this was just the first one of the night.
I should’ve called a cab. Should’ve let Adam drive me home. Should’ve done literally anything other than stumble out of that party, climb into my car, and pray that muscle memory would get me home in one piece.
But logic had drowned hours ago in tequila and poor impulse control.
I exhaled sharply, trying to blink the blur from my eyes as I tightened my grip on the wheel. The music pulsed low fro
