The Drunk Dial

Hadley's POV

Lessia and I were drunk. Not cute tipsy. Not even “a little buzzed.”

No, we were fully in that dangerous, giggly stage where everything was funny, words came out wrong, and our bodies had stopped cooperating with basic instructions. I was slouched in my chair, one arm wrapped around my stomach because laughing hurt at this point, while Lessia was half folded over the table, shoulders