Verena 

I was so drunk last night that while Daxton helped peel the strap of my heel, I passed out.

Daxton pressed the doorbell harder, a small groan slipping from his mouth. The plan for the morning was to stay together. Then Neil changed it and now, Nina canceled the art exhibition in her gallery and asked us to join her for breakfast. 

He had refused, curse words almost rolling out of his mouth as he groaned into his pillow. And out of nowhere, I shouted ‘yes’.

Didn't know if it was the alcohol that was still in my system or just the excitement of seeing Nina again but now,...