Jenine's POV

I saw the way his eyes stared at me. If only he knew the thoughts I had. Even before I followed him home, my mind was already made up.

We clinked our glasses together as we took rounds after rounds of the wine. The bottle was empty in minutes. He brought a tequila from the cabinet.

“You want to be wasted? Let's get wasted,” he said.

Now this was more like it. The liquid spilled over the shots as he poured into them. I threw it down my throat in one gulp. My head swirled a ...