#Chapter 59: Olivia’s Wedding Day

Ethan pulled away from me, swinging his head to the side so that my lips caught his cheek rather than his mouth. Much like the stunt I pulled during the photoshoot at the children’s home. “I don’t want to kiss you for real for the first time in weeks while you’re drunk,” He corrected my posture, creating a space between the two of us. In my drunken state, I whined, trying to beg him for a hug at least. He shook his head. “We can revisit this later, but I need to get you into bed now. The wedding is tomorrow.” I groaned at his words, but allowed him to carry me to bed and tuck me into it. I fell asleep before my head even hit the pillow. The next morning, Ethan woke me up by throwing the curtains in my room open and allowing the sun to shine on my face. Maybe on a morning where I wasn’t hungover that would be a welcome act, but that morning I wanted to hit him with a shoe. He helped me get out of bed, gave me a couple of pills for my headache, and handed me a cold bottle