Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Tonight wasn’t about this; it was about obviously letting Leila let loose enough she wasn’t weighed down by these problems.
“Then let’s drink up so we forget about this night, yeah?”
She gave me a smile so fucking sweet it made my heart hurt.
If she wanted to get piss-ass drunk, so be it. Because I’d be right there with her to make sure she was safe doing it.
3
Devon
I told the cab driver to just go to my house. Leila could crash in my bed, and I’d take the couch, but I didn’t want her to be alone tonight, especially since we’d been drinking and she clearly had an awful day.
I paid the driver, probably more than what was owed, but everything was blurry, my vision doubling. But I felt pretty fucking good.
We all but stumbled out of the cab, and I walked around the front of the car. I took Leila’s hand in mine, not only because I wanted to keep her steady, but just because I wanted to touch her, and together we headed to the front door.
Booze was a bad combination with my desire for her, amplifying it tenfold, which was pretty fucking insane as it was. She was giggling, continuously bumping into me, and she couldn’t catch her footing. I slid my hand around her waist and curled my fingers into her soft body, pulling her in close. I fished my keys out of the front pocket of my jeans, unlocked the door, and kicked it open.
“What about your truck?” She stepped into the darkened house and turned to look at me, her face shrouded in shadows.
She tipped her head back, the light from the porch showing how fucking beautiful she was. Although I didn’t need a light on her to see that. She was ingrained in my mind and body.
Her eyes were red-rimmed and glassy-looking. She asked me this twice in the cab.
“What about my car?” There was a little bit of panic in her expression, and I chuckled softly, shaking my head before shutting the front door, sealing us in.
“Peanut, I already told you. I’ll just have Braxton take us to pick them up tomorrow.” My partner at the firm was more like a brother and always willing to help me out, seeing as he knew exactly what I felt for her. He was the only person I’d ever told about Leila, that I loved her… that she was it for me.
I was surprised I used the endearment I’d given her when we were just kids. Peanut, because she was small, and although she had a tough exterior, she was pretty delicate on the inside. She either didn’t take notice that I called her the nickname, or she was too drunk to care, because she ended up rising up on her toes and kissing me on the cheek before turning and heading into the kitchen.
I was frozen in place, feeling her lips on my skin even though she wasn’t in front of me any longer. I placed my hand on my cheek, closing my eyes for a second as I let the feeling of her lips on me be absorbed right down to my marrow.
It was just a kiss. On my fucking cheek. But I felt it all the way down to my bones. Despite the fact that I was three sheets to the wind, my cock started to harden. No whiskey dick for me, not where Leila was concerned.
A second later, the light in the kitchen went on, and I heard her cheer in happiness, mumbling how it shouldn’t have been as hard as it was to find the damn light switch.
I grinned, more warmth moving through me as the alcohol seemed to intensify the longer I was conscious. I made my way into the kitchen and leaned against the frame of the entryway as I watched her rummage through the cabinets. She grabbed two glasses, filled them both with water, and walked over to me, handing one over.
“I’d much rather have a beer, but as it is, I’m going to have a massive hangover in the morning, so water it is.” Her voice was slightly slurred, matching mine no doubt. She clinked her glass against mine, and then started drinking, watching me with her glassy eyes over the rim.
I drank the water, unable to take my focus off her. She was gorgeous, with her cheeks rosy from the alcohol, her big, dark eyes slightly hooded from her intoxication. Her dark hair hung loosely around her shoulders, slightly curled at the ends. And she smelled incredible, like peaches. I fucking loved peaches.
Once we finished off the water, I took her glass and set them both in the sink.
“How drunk are you?” Leila asked with a smirk on her face.
“Drunk enough, but not too drunk I don’t know we both need to sleep this off.”