Moxie's POV
I decided very early in the day that I wasn’t going to leave my room. Not after what happened that morning.
The memory alone was enough to make my face heat up all over again. Every time I even thought about it, I could feel more embarrassed.
"I can't ever face him again" I groaned to myself. Why did I let the alcohol take over me so much? It felt like I was a possessed being. I couldn't face George without being reminded of what had occurred between us. I was going to avoid him completely until I could act like a normal human being again. Which, at that moment, felt like it might take at least a week.
I sat on my bed, trying to distract myself from those thoughts of him that were creeping back into my mind, but it felt almost impossible to not think about him. I groaned
