One broken heart, one drink too many, one steamy night in
the sand...
No one warns you about the dangers of drinking with a broken
heart. At least no one warned me. I never imagined I'd fall for a musician, especially
not one like Chase, but then again I never expected to have my heart broken
into a million pieces by the frat guy I thought was the love of my life.
Sometimes it's the rash decisions, like hooking up in the
sand, that lead you to the best places—the kinds of places where it's possible
to let yourself fall in love again.
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