Arthur’s POV
I held her face, studying her eyes. There were dried tears on her face. In her eyes were more tears that were so close to falling off her eyes. A knot formed in my stomach. I needed to know what had happened.
But I didn’t get a reply. Instead, she kissed me with her eyes shut. She pulled away, a drunken smile on her face as she held my face. “I like when you kiss me,” she said and burped.
A smile crept on my face. However, as much as I love that confession, I knew she was not saying it in her right mind. “How many glasses did you take?” I asked.
She hummed, her head raised as though thinking. “Five… no, six,” she smiled again. “I stopped counting,” she confessed.
“I’ll take you home,” I said, bending over to carry her.
“No,” she said, pushing me to the wall and taking ov
