Bonnie's POV

I opened the fridge in the living room to get out the gallon of milk. I gulped it down, as if it would save me.

The memories of what happened last night was flashing into my mind mercilessly, making me wish that I could go back in time. I had acted so fucking desperate.

Did I truly ask him if I was lovable? This must be the result of being single for too long.

A hand to my back made me jump in fright and spill some of the milk.

"Jeremy!" I turned to see my brother grinning at me.

"Good morning, little sister. I need you to...