"You would've been drinking, too. Trust me." She hadn't started off with alcohol in mind, but she'd needed it by the end of the evening. She had needed something to take the edge off.
"No," she answered, frowning. "To forget you. Get all your shit out of my house so I don't have to look at it anymore." She felt her cheeks heat up as he replaced her shoe, trying not to associate it with Cinderella and failing miserably. It wasn't helping matters. "Thanks," she mumbled.