Leander

Hot water rained down on me in the shower as I pressed my forehead against the cold tile wall. I let out a low groan. Why the hell had I thought drinking until I was arse over tit had been such a good idea? It, sure as fuck, didn’t feel that way now.

Just breath, I coached myself, letting the air fill my lungs and release slowly. Deep breaths.

I could do this…

I could stand long enough to take care of a rudimentary task such as cleaning myself.

Finally, I pulled myself together enough to stop nuzzling the wall.

Squeezing some shampoo into my hands, I began the...