Aubrey’s POV
This is all starting to feel like way too much to me, I can’t help thinking as I let myself into my own apartment. Finally all alone. Greyson had insisted on taking me all the way to my door and giving me one last amazing kiss before letting me go.
What is this, the 1950’s? Where people go ‘steady’ and get married after a few months of doing little more than kissing on the girls parents doorstep after a date at the local diner and a movie? It doesn’t help the image that when I enter my apartment, I find my dad passed out drunk on my couch. A nearly empty bottle of booze rests on the floor next to him. Pathetic! This is a prime example of what bad choices and a marriage to someone you barely know does to a person!
I vow on the spot not to rush into anything with Grey
