DILLON
I lift one shot of tequila and down it, shaking my head as it burns my throat and warms my chest.
"Do you need some more, baby?" my girlfriend Bianca asks, stretching forward to pick another shot but I hold her hand to stop her.
"Let's save those for later."
Drinking and hanging out with Bianca is all I've done since the mini argument with Olivia.
My beast has been angry with me and distant, and the only way to calm him is to make things right with Ollie.
"Are you still thinking about your fated Luna?" Bianca asks, making air quotations with her fingers when she says 'fated Luna'. "You claimed her and you saved your position so I don't understand why this whole thing is a source of worry to you."
I gently pull her by the chin and plant a soft kiss on her lips to shut her up.
