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Looking at him in this hazy light and tipsy state of mind, Carter does look like someone I could have a thing with. Perhaps he had one too many shots to drink because he, too, blushed at the joke.
As I observe the laughing group and the noisy crowd, for a short while, my head is elsewhere—away from the depressing thoughts sown by Larson in the nooks and crannies of my mind.
I could just stay here,I think to myself. It would be much better if I could pretend everything is fine.
And in here, among the confines of strangers, my secret is safe.
Chapter Three
Justlikethelastfew mornings, I awake with a head weighing at least a ton.
I survived another night of drinking until I dropped, but I wonder if my liver could survive much more of it. Maybe Clara is right; I should take a rest from drinking. If I don’t, I may rest eternally in peace.
As much as I feel like throwing up my intestines, I only make minimal movements as I try to get out of bed.
Landing on my feet, I wonder why the floors are higher. Or have the legs of my bed lost a few inches? Hell, the floor is no longer white tiles—they’re Korean Vinyl.
I’d probably think I’m in somebody else’s bedroom if I wasn't so hungover.
As I stand, I completely sway away from the mattress, the blanket tangled over my body, falling on the floor. There, cold shivers hit my skin so hard I get goosebumps. That’s when I realize: I’m naked.
Why am I naked?
In a state of sudden confusion, I look around the bedroom; heavy grey curtains, open closets, bean bags, and laundry all over the floor.
This isn’t my bedroom at all.
What the actual fuck?
I quickly pick up the blanket again and turn my attention to the bed; thankfully, the bed is empty. But that doesn’t mean I didn’t do something stupid…
Think, Estelle. What happened last night?
I remember going to the bar, alone. I remember drinking tequila. Crying over the music played by the live band. Searching through my phone. Reconfirming that Larson still has me blocked. And then that handsome guy approached me.
Carter?
Carter Davison.
Fuck, is this… is this his apartment?
Gasping, I look around the bedroom and realize that the laundry on the floor is my clothes from last night. So, in the span of two minutes, I pick up everything and shove them back on.
As soon as I have everything on me, I decide to make a run for it.
So, as quietly as possible, I get out of the bedroom. I’m hoping Carter is in the shower or outside jogging or something. Maybe I can get out of this sticky situation without running into him.
The walk of shame is literally what it says: shameful. So, I’d rather not get caught.
As I step out into the one-bedroom apartment's common area, it’s quiet, not a soul moving.
Phew.What a relief.
I scan the room and find the front door across from the couch.
Just as I take a few more steps, the floor creaks under my weight. Then, to my surprise, a head pops up from under the kitchen counter. It’s Carter.
As soon as I see him, I freeze. My legs refuse to cooperate any longer.
