Chapter 18. You’re Drunk

His words replayed in my mind, over and over. And I just sat there, staring at him, praying that this moment was real; that I was not hallucinating or being delusional.

“Did you hear me?” Giveon broke the silence, and I swallowed hard.

I nodded. “I did. And I have a question for you too. Are you drunk?”

He scoffed and ran his hand through his perfect hair. “Hardly.”

“Are you drunk?” I repeated.

He chuckled. “Alright, I am. I had a couple of drinks, but I still mean what I said. I feel a way about you. I don’t know—I don’t know how to explain it but I feel like we were meant to know each other; like our paths were destined to cross.”

I sighed, my heart thumping in my chest as butterflies danced in my stomach. “Um…I need to go,” I replied in a breathy way, turning away and opening the door of the car before getting out.

As I walked farther away from the car, my heart rate increased and my breathing was heavier. I’m sorry but I was triggered.