Chapter 67 Thoughts Of Her
- Leander
- Hot water rained down on me in the shower as I pressed my forehead against the cold tile wall. I let out a low groan. Why the hell had I thought drinking until I was arse over tit had been such a good idea? It, sure as fuck, didn't feel that way now.
- Just breath, I coached myself, letting the air fill my lungs and release slowly. Deep breaths.