Alyssa
"Alyssa, did you hear me?"
I blink, my focus snapping back into place as Ashley throws back another shot of tequila like she's racing the clock.
Jesus.
We've been at Rapture for maybe thirty minutes, and she's already locked into a spiral. Whatever went down back at the house is still clinging to her, heavy and unspoken.
I have no idea what it is yet.
But she didn't drag us out tonight just to avoid packing or kill time.
She came to forget.
And every instinct I have tells me Gray's the reason.
Which means I'll have to wait her out until she's drunk enough to talk.
And with her tolerance, that might take the entire f*****g night.
"I can't believe the guys let you go out without throwing a big-ass fit about it," Chelsea teases, sliding the straw between her lips and taki
