/Ezra’s POV/
I sighed heavily and turned in my bed feeling heavy-headed for some reason, but I eventually climbed down from the bed and move to the bathroom, after splashing some water on my face to wake myself up, yesterday’s event started settling in. I felt it was impossible for me to just get drunk after a few cups of wine, except…that sly wolf mixed alcohol, even with my keen sense of smell…why couldn’t I detect it?
Then it occurred to me that I did smell the liquor, I just didn’t pay any attention to it, this is so annoying, I hate this defect…why do I get drunk so easily? I was mentally beating myself up as I walked back into the bedroom, I flinched at the half-naked Andy on my bed, and some other images immediately came rushing in.
I recall trying to move away from Andy because
