Phil’s POV
I think I might be high but I know I’m drunk.
Blinking rapidly, I felt his hand grip the back of my neck, half leading me back toward the house. It was dark and nobody was around thankfully to notice me stumbling forward with him bearing down behind me. When I yawned, he chuckled. “We’re almost home.”
I nodded, glancing back at him. He’d drank more and smoked a lot—shouldn’t he be worse off than me? He looked almost normal. At least, in the darkness he did, this amused smirk on his face as he looked over my hazy form.
“You’re such a lightweight,” he whispered, gripping my neck harder. Goosebumps rushed across my skin at his touch. He licked his lips, running his thumb across the side of my neck. I . . . I think he noticed. “Almost there,” he was mutt
