James POV

I exhaled deeply, passing my fingers through my hair. I wasn't up for dealing with her at the moment. I didn’t want anyone probing me, probing into what took place tonight, particularly since I lacked the answers.

"I'm okay," I replied, attempting to sidestep her and make my way to the kitchen for a drink of water. However, she certainly wasn't accepting it.

“Stop lying to me, James,” she retorted, trailing me into the kitchen. “You're intoxicated.” What occurred? ...