CHAPTER TWELVE
COURTNEY
I wake up as soon as I hear the shower come on, and I breathe easy knowing Drew is home because I worry about him each time he puts on that uniform and walks out the door. Though it’s almost four in the morning, my body’s wide awake, but my eyes are screaming out in protest. I’m half tempted to burst into the bathroom and demand we talk about what happened, but considering he doesn’t remember, how would I even start the conversation? As I run each scenario through my head, they seem ridiculous, so I stay where I am and try to go back to sleep, but it’s useless.
I don’t do one-night stands. I’m not that kind of girl and never have been. One-night stands are meaningless, purely physical and that night was neither of those things to me, which is what scares the s**t
