It's is eleven in the morning, three bottles down, and I am still going. I am well on my way down a road of self-destruction, self-pity, a lot of feeling sorry for myself, playing the victim. One word sums me up perfectly, both physically and mentally, fuckedAnd do I learn my lesson?No!"Hey, gorgeous.""Luke! Are you having a drink with me?""Yes."I watch him and I can see the hurt still in his eyes."Luke.""Yes?""I am sorry I threw you out. I was just pissed off at the both of you.""Forget about it, just as long as you are okay.""Not really, but the wine is working. Best you catch up; it's no fun being drunk by yourself."I hand Luke the bottle of wine, and he pours a glass for himself, then he turns to me, "Jenna.""Yes?""Tyler was wrong when he said I have no feelings for you.""I know."Without hesitation, his hands come up to frame my face, by my jaw, tilting
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