I remind myself that he is drunk and doesn’t know what he is saying, but when the idiot reaches for Aspen’s dress and tries to push it off her shoulder, I see red. My body moves before my mind can think it through. Fueled by rage, I drive my fist into Nash’s stomach, knocking the wind out of him. He doubles over, cradling his stomach.
🤦🏾♀️🤦🏾♀️🤦🏾♀️
