Lilith's POV
The guys actually left me alone all day Monday, which was nothing short of a miracle. I'd like to say I spent the time solving my problems, but the more I sat with myself, replaying every possible scenario where this whole mess could explode in my face, the worse it became.
I glared at the countertop in disgust. Half a loaf of Italian bread, two pieces of chicken parmesan, a mound of ziti-gone. The sick feeling in my gut was matched only by the strain on my jeans.
*And don't forget nearly a full bottle of wine,* Rose chimed in, ever the voice of judgment.
Dragging myself off the barstool, I collapsed onto the couch.
*We need to run it off. Fresh air, a good sprint-it's the only way you'll feel better. We both need it,* Rose insisted.
"I don't trust you," I muttered
