Cutter's P.O.V.
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I shouldn't have told her yes. I should have stayed my happy a.ss by that fire. I blame this damn moonshine. Some fu.cker named Greg makes it homemade. And f***k, it's the strongest liquor I've ever had in my life. The boys back home would love it. Hell, I love it.
But it's making me a little too loose.
I told Sorsha yes, like the mor.on I am, and grabbed the bottle from her hand. I helped her up and didn't let go of her small hand. Then the two of us stumbled back to her house, and I mean that literally. We stumbled because we were both pretty drunk. Not wasted, but drunk enough to make some bad decisions.
We crashed through the front door, laughing at each other. Honestly, I don't ever remember having this much fun with a girl. And
