We returned home in silence, and eventually, I couldn’t bear the inner guilt any longer. I decided to speak up.
“About last night…”
“It’s my fault,” Eason cut me off suddenly, looking genuinely contrite. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have drunk so much. If you want to report me, I’m ready to face the consequences.”
Report him?
My eyelids fluttered. I was drunk too and couldn’t clearly remember how things started, making it hard to blame him entirely.
More importantly, I had a nagging feeling that I might have been the one who stirred things up.
I forced a casual laugh. “Between adults, it’s fine. It’s nothing to worry about. Don’t let it bother you.”
Inside, I was a bundle of nerves, struggling to keep up a façade of being a carefree lover.
I needed to maintain the act for a few more minutes, even though my smile was becoming strained.
As I considered finding an excuse to retreat to my room, Eason glanced down. “You haven’t eaten yet, right? I’ll make us something.”
I scratched my head and sat down on the sofa, feeling a bit down.
I thought it might be best to get away for a couple of days to clear my mind.