Chapter 13

I flop down on my bed, mentally, physically and emotionally exhausted. After I ordered an Uber for Jared who took his time telling me his address, I caught a cab for myself and on the ride home thought of what he did.

I wasn't ready for that, after a wrong second or two of that I remember we pushed each other away almost like we realized what we were doing. It felt wrong, but I'd say I liked the feel of his lips on mine for only a second.

Blame it on the tequila.

Things were a bit awkward after that, a major part of me knows how wrong that felt. Almost like I was kissing Julio, the worst scenario that could happen.

He's low-key my homie and that was wrong in so many ways, I just hope he doesn't remember anything seeing how drunk he was.

I slip off my heels, fumble with the buttons of my shirt but give up after the third button and the skirt I just push down and let fall onto the floor.

I slip under my comforter and close my eyes,