Chapter 18: Drowning Sorrows in Alcohol
Warrick
The kiss with Cassandra had left a mark that couldn’t be easily erased. Every time I closed my eyes, I relived that moment, wondering what it truly meant. Every touch of her lips, every shared sigh, was a persistent echo in my mind. That morning, after waking up with the certainty that we needed to talk, I found her in complete denial. Cassandra seemed determined to pretend it had never happened.
“Cass, about what happened last night...” I tried to bring up the topic as we had breakfast in the cabin.
She looked up, her expression cold and distant. “Warrick, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Anger began to bubble up inside me. How could she just ignore what had happened? “We can’t pretend that nothing happened.”
Cassandra kept her
