Chapter 42

Jake was beyond drunk when the plane touched down in New York. He had hit the booze hard on the four-hour flight and was at the point of seeing double. He had tried to drown his sorrows and give himself enough Dutch courage to see this through and gone way overboard. He had been consumed with her, memories of kissing her, aching to go back and stop this bullshit.

God, he missed her already.

Just being away, the miles widening, had been torture for him, and instead of distance giving him the ability to breathe, he had felt each mile choking him to near strangulation. He was so fucked over this girl and out of control. Every part of him wanted to turn around and go back. He had pulled up her name on his phone a hundred times and just stared at it, stopping himself from drunk dialing her and telling her he was an asshole because he fucking loved her to death. And he did… all-consuming, every single aching part of him loved her beyond anything he could ever explain. Whether