Hardin'S POV

I stand in front of my room door and recite my plan once more to myself.

Rush in, don't say a word to Reign, walk straight into the bathroom and brush teeth until I can't feel anything anymore.

It was until I emptied the third glass of Bourbon that I realized what I was doing.

What I said about surviving a night without Reign in my arms was a lie.

I cannot and even if I have to brush my mouth with one whole tube of toothpaste just so she doesn't get ...