Wildest Dreams (Forbidden Love, #2)

by L.J. Shen

“She was a beautiful dreamer. The kind of girl who kept her head in the clouds, loved above the stars, and left regret beneath the earth she walked on.” —Robert M. Drake

Not that I cared. She could literally shoot me in the femur, and I’d say “thank you.”

I was too drunk to take a shower. Turned out I was too drunk to recognize one too. At first, I strode into my walk-in closet and took a nap inside my hamper. Row eventually fished me out of there and tossed me into an ice-cold shower, clothes on, and that was what finally woke me the fuck up.