Chapter Fifty-Eight: Beer and Life

Marissa’s POV

After checking the temperature of the air conditioner in the mini sala and checking if there were still hard particles on the floor so that I could sweep it. Thankfully, everything was in order and perfection. I sat on the sofa again and watched the NBA. Minutes later on, Diego came outside my room so fresh and so manly fragrant it enticed my nostrils. I just stopped myself so it would not appear awkward to him.

“I am done,” he announced and sat on the sofa. “Let’s start drinking. These are just beers, so we would not be hard drunk, unlike last night. It will only make our bodies warm and sleepy.”

I squinted my eyes at what he said. Make our bodies warm? Hmmm, I like that.

I fanned myself with my hand just to escape what I thought. He opened one bottle of beer, pulled two glasses so he could pour them, and gave one to me. He raised his glass to have a toast with me. I imitated him.

"For our fucked up life..." he said.

I chuckled because of what he toasted. "For our fu