#Chapter19

Madeline’s POV:

After he stormed out of the house with the scowl etched on his face, I felt like crying at my bad fate.

My eyes caught the sight of rumpled bed sheets and the reminder of what we did last night on that very bed made my face heat up. I couldn't believe that we slept together.

Why?

Can we blame alcohol for what happened last night?

Unfortunately, we couldn’t blame everything on Alcohol. I was a bit drunk. But if I wanted him to stop I could have stopped him.

He wasn’t that drunk either. If he wanted to stop he would’ve stopped himself. But we both...