Break me down
Bella
The two shots of tequila went down my throat quicker than ever, and I ignored the burn, but not because I was in a rush to get them out of the way. I was hoping that the alcohol would help my courage come out from its hiding place and stop my heart practically doing cartwheels in my chest.
“Would you like to dance?” he asked ever
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