Scarlett opened her eyes to find Simon sleeping next to her. She gasped and jerked herself up. How did she get there? And with him? She pondered. She remembered last night. They'd both had a drink. They were drinking from the same bottle and passing it back and forth. They'd both had a conversation along the way. Scarlett scratched her head, trying to recall what it was. Then, all of a sudden, Simon's words began to echo in her head.
She had said this while taking a large gulp of gin. It burned her throat. "I still have so many things to say to you. I still have so many questions."
But Simon had interrupted. "Would you have invited me to this party if Mia hadn't invited me? Be honest."
"No." Scarlett shook her head. "No. I wouldn't. Simon, you and I fought. It's only fair that I chase you away from me so that both of us can heal from our wounds."