Twenty seven

ENRIQUE's POV

I stare at her, trying not to show hurt, but failing miserably. I felt a tight pain in my chest, it was like something kept twisting at my heart, making it hard to take a decent breath of air. I clenched my hands. It wasn't fair. We shared a beautiful moment that I held dear, cherishing the memories, relieving every second of it until it felt like an obsession and she was blaming the whole thing on alcohol.

I didn't even notice that she was drunk last night. She never drank. Was she doing all this because she didn't want me? Did I do something wrong? I wanted to know why she had to do this. "You were drunk?"

She avoids my gaze. "Yes, Katherine put alcohol in the cake she brought and I am bad with drinks" she explained in a muffled voice. The hands clutching at my shirt that she wore strained tighter. She was probably still in the lingerie. She noticed my gaze, almost as if she was attuned to me. It eased the hurt a bit.

A dark blush spread across her cheeks making my f