Chapter 25/ Hangover
Andrea pov
I wake up and find myself puking. Who knew I could get drunk so easily?
Shane brings me some water to the bathroom. I take a drink, feeling better.
"You still have a low tolerance for alcohol," he says, holding my hair back.
"I should go as soon as I feel like driving." I admitted.
"I meant what I said at the charity event. Don't marry him. When I saw you there, I didn't recognize you. That's not you. This isn't you. Go to law school like you always planned," he said, frustrated.
"Shane, I want to marry Philip. I love him. You and I have been apart for too long. We've been on different roads for too long. You have a daughter with someone. I can't imagine being married to a cop. I would worry about you every night," I admitted.
"I could give up being a cop for you. I really did just want sex at first, but these old feelings came back. I love you and I want you to stay," he says softly.
"Being a cop is everything to you. I can't ask you to give that up for me."
"So you're just going to go back to your rich boyfriend and pretend like this didn't happen?" he asked.
"I am not sure. I know I love you both for completely different reasons. You were my first love. Nothing can ever compare to your first love," I admit, giving him one last kiss.
"I never will forget you." he says, looking at me with his dark eyes one last time. Then I walk to my car as quickly as possible before I am tempted to stay.
Walking to my car, I feel rain pouring down on me. After the pizza and beer, my stomach hurts so bad. But my heart hurts more.