Thirty two

EVE'S POV

That morning, my department had a meeting, but my mind was barely in the room as various teams presented their reports. I was busy trying to untangle the puzzle that the previous night had left in my mind. No matter how hard I tried to urge myself to not think about it, it didn't take long before my thoughts slides back to that territory.

What must I have been thinking?

I have asked myself this question about a hundred times since I left the house in the morning, but I still had no answer. So I settled on the only one reason that made sense, the alcohol. It was the alcohol that was to blame for my behaviour. Otherwise, I never would have dreamed of clinging to Morgan the way I had, let alone kiss him.

Its true that he is a handsome man, and I thought him to be attractive, and maybe he was totally my type, but I was in no position to be lusting after him. Or acting on that lust.

The alcohol had done away with not only my sense of propriety, but also my sanity, and that was