HARLEY: A Cute Drunk

What had I done? 

I'd been in bed contemplating last night over and over again, wondering how I'd given in like that and how Sylus had seen me like that. From his expression this morning, I was very sure he thought I didn't remember, and honestly, I wished I didn't. But I did, I fucking did. And he was so nice to me—a kind of Sylus I'd never glimpsed before, the type I never thought existed.  

I never should have accepted that Vodka from him. And god, I even asked him to kiss me, no, I freaking begged him! I shamelessly begged him to kiss me. 

"Ahh!!!" I screamed into my palms, the urge to disappear and never have to see his face again growing inside of me.