Isla POV

So this is how it felt to be drunk.

Everything was soft. The edges of the room, the sounds, the thoughts in my head. All of it blurred together like watercolors bleeding into each other. I held a bottle in my hand, the glass cool against my palm. I didn't know how many I'd had. I'd stopped counting after the first one. I just kept drinking.

The burn had stopped bothering me a while ago. Now it just felt warm. Comfortable. Like a blanket wrapped around my insides.

I looked down at Liam. He was already resting his head on the table, trying to stay awake. His eyes...