Closet Confessions

Hadley's POV

“What?!” Lessia yelled so loud half the bar turned to look at us.

I winced and shot her a glare. “Maybe yell it louder so the whole building knows.”

She pressed a hand to her chest like I was the dramatic one.

We’d just finished shooting and headed to the hotel bar for drinks, ninety percent my idea, because I needed alcohol to drown out the disaster that was my life. And, apparently,