Chapter 68. Thoughts of Her

Leander

Hot water rained down on me in the shower as I pressed my forehead against the cold tile wall. I let out a low groan. Why the hell had I thought drinking until I was arse over tit had been such a good idea? It, sure as fuck, didn't feel that way now.

Just breath, I coached myself, letting the air fill my lungs and release slowly. Deep breaths.

I could do this...

I could stand long enough to take care of a rudimentary task such as cleaning myself.

Finally, I pulled myself together enough to stop nuzzling the wall.

Squeezing some shampoo into my hands, I began the mundane task of washing my hair and let my thoughts drift. The competition began today. I hadn't looked at the time before stumbling into the shower, but more than likely, I'd already missed the morning session. That was okay. Sydney and Luca had managed to work together without killing each other, just barely. Both were still alive and kicking, and I was confident they had everyth