Chapter 1135 Fuck Her Nice And Deep:++ 12

• Turns out, Hannah was really, really good at ignoring me. In addition to an embarrassing number of unanswered texts, she'd also ignored a bouquet of mixed flowers I sent her. One morning, I'd even dropped off a phone charger outside her door with a note that said: 'Just in case you need battery.'
• I'd officially run out of ideas. Which was why I decided to go out and have a drink with friends. 'A drink' turned into 'a lot of drinks.' And as more and more alcohol pumped through my veins, my need to see Hannah grew stronger and stronger. Too strong for me to fight. Alcohol had always made me crave the touch of another person, probably because I felt lonelier when I was drunk. But I couldn't remember a time where I felt that particular ache more than I did with Hannah.
• I was consumed by my need to hold her. I didn't care if everything was still up in the air, I just needed a good night's sleep and I always slept well next to her. I knocked on her door loudly. I should've been quieter, more mindful of her dreaming neighbors. But I was just too gone to care about anything other than seeing her.