BlueSapphire_dust

This is a story of a woman who is adventurous, a woman who likes to play safe, and a cautious man. Alexandra, Amelia, and Adrian are best of friends for as long as they can remember. They know each other's strengths and weaknesses; they even know each other's secrets and dating history. They find comfort from one another and promised to be always there for each other no matter what. But what if love enters their harmonious friendship? Will they fight or waver? Will they keep the boundaries they built or they will cross the line from friendship to love?

Crossing The Lines

Lia doesn't remember much of what happened that night.

All she knows for a fact are two things.

One, she was drunk. Stupidly drunk. The I-am-taking-revenge-on-my-liver kind of drunk. The I-certainly-embarrassed-myself-and-I-don't-remember-how-I-got-into-my-bed kind of drunk.

Two, she flirted with Chase. Hard. She believe she offered herself to him. She doesn't recall what she told him exactly, but she remember climbing into his lap, which is not very shocking, actually, because she turn into a horny bish when she is drunk. She will throw herself at a teddy bear if it's the size of a human.

Her flashbacks and the events that led her to drink are not enough to help her piece together what happened that night. Which means she has to heavily rely on Chase's claims of how the night unfolded.

But first, let her tell you what she recalls.

There is no need to sugarcoat it; it was a shit day.

Chapter Forty Eight