XAVIER’S POV

The night air bit against my skin as I staggered toward my car, the heavy smell of whiskey and gin still clinging to my breath. I leaned against the driver’s door, fumbling with my keys as my vision swam. My head felt heavy, my thoughts even heavier. I could barely focus, and yet, some stubborn part of me believed I was still in control.

I had drunk far more than I should have. Too much. My cushion of logic was blurred, my senses dulled, but in the haze, I convinced myself ...