Anna's POV

Damn. I needed a fucking drink. Going home would mean weakness, and I needed more liquid courage if I wanted to sit through the next thirty minutes that I had decided to use to stay at the party.

Adrian held my hand the whole telling me how he was proud of me as we walked back to the bar.

I refused to listen when he told me that he wanted us to go home, so he simply followed me to get the drink. People kept staring at us but I didn't care. That's what they do; stare. They will surely stare, so do whatever you fucking want.

We...