Trevor~

What the actual fuck?

My mouth opens, closes, and opens again. I consciously force my lips to close, afraid if I don’t, I’ll risk calling out her name or even make a bigger fool of myself by drooling.

Holy shit!

She’s everything I remember and more.

Then again, maybe I’m hallucinating.

Maybe the vision before me is my imagination. Maybe it’s induced by the alcohol we consumed last night. I’m sure after the quantity, there’s ...