Chapter 73

• Lucas
• So here I am again…drunk as shit. But this time, it’s not just the whiskey doing cartwheels in my gut, it’s her. Freaking Aria.
• I smile like an idiot, feeling those damn butterflies again. Not the good kind. These are rabid, drunk butterflies that feel like they’ve been downing tequila shots with me. She’s invaded my senses, my mind, and now…fuck me sideways, she’s standing in front of me. Except… she’s not. I’m hallucinating again, aren’t I?