C127 Distorted

Sheryl ’s POV

“Do you want another drink?” Matty asked, leaning over as we sat in the beach chairs in front of the

roaring bonfire. The heat of the bonfire was starting to get to me a little bit and my head was already spinning a little

after the pina colada I just drank. “Maybe just one more,” I said, standing to my feet. “But I can go grab it