Chapter 23

Vera’s POV

When I woke up the next morning, I was sober, and the memories from last night came rushing back, piece by piece. I was grateful he hadn’t taken me to his bedroom.

What if I had woken up in his bed? The thought alone made my skin crawl with embarrassment. I wasn’t ready to face him, not yet. I had to avoid him this morning until I could hold my head up again.

I walked to the door and locked it.

Why was I acting like this now? Wasn’t this what I wanted, to be close to him, to get his attention? But did I really have to get drunk just to speak my mind to a man?

“Vera, this is not you,” I muttered, staring at my reflection in the small mirror. “Getting drunk just to open up? That’s never been your style.”

Technically, I shouldn’t even be drinking at all. And if I had to drink, one glass should have been enough, not an entire bottle of alcohol. And to think I actually threw up in front of him…

Minutes later, Tim came