-Blake's POV-
"Then why can't I be your girlfriend?"
I stopped. It seemed as if everything froze with me.
I looked down slowly at Dominic. Her lips captivating me instantly but I resisted.
She's drunk. She's drunk. I had to remember she was drunk.
"You're drunk Dominic," I stated, trying to divert my attention from her to the exit. I didn't know why I was panicking or why my heart was racing like it was but at that moment, all I could hear was its unsteady beat and how it wouldn't slow down.
"I know," she deadpanned, "but you were also drunk when you told me you loved me so I think this makes it equal," I gulped, we hadn't brought that up again ever since she had come back to America so this caught me off guard. "Unless that was a lie of course," she finished which made me shake my head negatively.
"No, it wasn't a lie- and I do still lo-" "I knew it!" She shouted, cutting me off as I walked down the street with her laid in my arms.