Drew
When I swing it open, I am relieved that it isn't Cassandra on the other side. The relief immediately washes away as I observe Crayvin knit his brows together tightly, his gaze boring into me. His lip, busted and swollen, quivers. Images flash through my head and I remember that I hit him.
"f**k, Crayvin, I am so sorry. I was-"
He raises his hand to stop me from talking. "Don't. I do not want to hear the whole, 'I was drunk' excuse. Let's face it, being drunk doesn't give you an excuse to be a total ass."
I sigh and drop my head, speechless.
"So, what happened last night? Did you..." He stops mid sentence and I lift my head and watch as his eyes stare past me, glowering. I follow his gaze to an almost naked Dana standing in the hall.
Crayvin exhales sharply. "You f****d her." He
