CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
CHANEL’S POV
My mind refused to believe anything he was saying. We made out? And I made the first move? Why couldn’t I remember any of it? It all seemed fake and yet true. It was hard enough that he was making my body feel like a furnace every time he was this close to me. So what if I really couldn’t resist him when I was intoxicated? Admittedly enough, it was something I couldn’t put past myself.
“f**k!” He cussed, almost in complete regret, “That’s not how I wanted you to know what went down yesterday night. From the moment you walked in my door, I was hoping you remembered all of it but then you were so oblivious. It f*****g hurt because despite me being dead drunk, I still remembered every hurtful moment of it. You called me his name, Chanel. You could have tur
