Liv's POV

What the fuck just happened?

As I hurried out of the house, my sneakers made no sound, so I could hear the beating of my heart against my chest. The events of the evening clawed at my mind like jagged nails, and I just needed to escape, to breathe.

But my escape was momentarily halted when I stumbled into Aaron sprawled out on the living room couch, a bottle of wine tilted precariously in his limp grip. His disheveled state was almost laughable if it wasn’t so ...