67 — DESMOND STERLING (POV)

I'm an idiot.

I wish it was just the hangover that's hammering in my head, but there's a damn nagging in my chest… a sick feeling that's been bittering my mouth all morning.

Because I know, I'm a fucking idiot.

I shouldn't have said it like that. My chest felt heavy. The weight of guilt seemed to steal the air from my lungs… but this pain isn't close to how it hurts seeing that expression on her