Ana tilted the glass of vodka down her throat and grimaced, feeling the cold, bitter liquid burn down her throat. She shuddered and touched her lips with a finger.
She thought alcohol could make her forget the situation she was in. She thought that if she got drunk, she will have a break from all the drama confusion, and choices. But, it seemed that she was not the right person for alcohol. Two glasses down and she was already intimidated by the bitter liquid.
Was it because she was an angel?
The kitchen door opened, and Louis walked in. He looked dangerously sexy in his leather jacket
and tight jeans. His eyes ran over the bottle of vodka, then at the glass in her hand, then finally at her face.
He must have seen how lost and tired she looked, because he walked over and gently took t
