Chapter 20 Drunk

• [Denali’s POV]
• I lay alone, staring at the alarm clock that ticks off each and every minute that passes, and Rosco doesn’t return. Sighing, I turn over, trying to will myself not to think too hard about it, but when I close my eyes, all I can see is the hurt on his face from what I said.
• “Was I too harsh?” I whisper, my worry beginning to bubble. “No. He was the one who was harsh first. Accusing me of being in love with Alexander still,” I continue. “And if I was, why was that any of his business?”