etween us?" I finally g

dvantage of drunk girls," he says, handing me a cup of coffee. "I pre

but I appreciate his directness. Then, his tone softens, and he adds, "Besides, I don'

Oh my God, did I te

c. "That's pretty much all you talked

" I mutter, shaking my head. I hated feeling weak and especi

light. "No need to apologize.

ing to focus on anything but the embarrassment bubbling inside me. Just

"Already handled. Your car's in t

. "You had someo

h grin. "I figured

a little at his

ing my lip, unsure if I want to ask the next question. "W

ing unreadable. "Well, for one, you're a beautiful woman. And if it weren't for al

tension and I know I need to

ling a mix of gratitude, and

mutter, standing up

deal with. I had a bit of an episode

aze holds mine for a bit too long. "Ar

smile. "Thanks for breakfast

as he hands over my keys. His touch is warm, igniting a

hael," he says softly, his

efore I can second-guess mysel

ut I can't afford distractions. Not now. Not with my life in ruins and Jack's betrayal still fresh. I have to focus on pic

ill echoing in my mind, and somehow I can't shake the feeling that this wasn't the last ti

start the engine and drive off, the weight of m

man I had only just met. A stranger, really. He was handsome, no doubt about that, and his chivalry had struck a chord with me in ways I hadn't expecte

I tighten my grip on the steering wheel, forcing myself to snap out of it. I had a habit of running away from my prob

ing out at t

w? Jack had taken care of everyth

ed, he convinced

k," he' said with that

" And like the lovestruck fool I was, I agreed. I thought it was romantic, I thoug

and I am completely unprepared for this. My future is a blank canvas, but not in the exciting way people usually described it. This w

ght before a storm breaks. I park and step out, and that's when I see my belongings. My stomach twists into kn

e hell i

I can see the wreckage from last night. Broken glass, shattered frames, remnants of the e

e middle of th