Chapter Nine
Mal
I’m such an asshole. I can’t believe I went to Dylan’s place, while I was drunk and while I still had booze on me. Why did I not stop myself? Think it over? Realise I’m doing something really really stupid?
I’m cursed with not having much impulse control when I’m drunk, but then also remembering what I did once I’m sober... Or, at least, remember most of it. Which... Yeah... Right now... Bad. Because I said things I shouldn’t have said to Dylan, things I never meant to tell him.
I open my eyes, blinking, but it’s still dark in the room, that’s not just in my head. I try to move but I feel Dylan’s head leaning against my side, so I stop.
He’s right here, protecting me. Now I feel even more like an ass. f**k.
But I do have to get up, I need to relieve myself. Getting d
