“Are you really going to go through with this, Varden?” Bella asked, following Varden to the mini bar in the house.
It had been a long day, and all he wanted to do was sleep. But that particular activity had turned into a luxury he couldn’t reach, because each time he closed his eyes, he was ridden with images of Lexie. Images that didn’t let him sleep. And then during the day, he got reminded of the fact that she had left. She had left him, without giving him the chance to explain.
“Baby, can you please not do this tonight? I’m really tired and need to rest.” Varden groaned, picking up a bottle of vodka from the bar, and walking away with it to a bar stool. He didn’t need a cup, when he could just drink from the bottle.
Alcohol was not his forte, but tonight, he intended to drink hi
