Amanda's pov:
I drank the last wine from the bottle. A number of bottles littered around me, I counted twelve of them. Today was one of those days I cursed my inability to get drunk.
"Where could he be?!" I yelled at my empty room.
Come on, how hard is it obeying simple instructions? How hard is it to obey a simple stay put? Huh? Why does life have to be so f*****g complicated all the time?
I got up from the couch and walked over to the wine cellar. I've been collecting these wines for a very long time, and it looks like I'm going to blow through them all tonight. It'd be a shame indeed, this isn't how I planned for them to go. I took two more bottles and headed back to my living room.
And there stood the man I was drinking myself to the verge of alcohol poisoning for.
I dropped the
