Then There Was Two

It's is eleven in the morning, three bottles down, and I am still going. I am well on my way down a road of self-destruction, self-pity, a lot of feeling sorry for myself, playing the victim. One word sums me up perfectly, both physically and mentally, fucked

And do I learn my lesson?

No!

"Hey, gorgeous."

"Luke! Are you having a drink with me?"

"Yes."

I watch him and I can see the hurt still in his eyes.

"Luke."

"Yes?"

"I am sorry I threw you out. I was just pissed off at the both of you."

"Forget about it, just as long as you are okay."

"Not really, but the wine is working. Best you catch up; it's no fun being drunk by yourself."

I hand Luke the bottle of wine, and he pours a glass for himself, then he turns to me, "Jenna."

"Yes?"

"Tyler was wrong when he said I have no feelings for you."

"I know."

Without hesitation, his hands come up to frame my face, by my jaw, tilting