VERA'S POV
When I woke up the next morning, I was sober. Everything that happened last night slowly came back to me and I was grateful he didn't take me to his bedroom.
What if I had woken up in his bed? I can't stand the embarrassment and I must avoid him at all cost this morning until I am ready to face him.
I went to the door and locked it. Why am I behaving like this now? Isn't that what I wanted? But do I actually need to get drunk before I would be able to speak my mind to him?
"Vera, this is not you! Getting drunk so I would talk to a man isn't my style at all!" I mumbled to myself.
Technically, I'm not supposed to drink at all! Even if I must, a glass would be fine instead of a full bottle of an alcoholic beverage! To think that I threw up in front of him!
After a few minut
