Seth was thrown back to a year ago—the night he took Edith's virginity. He remembered seeing her standing by the wall, looking at a few framed photos. He stepped carefully towards the bed, still a bit unsteady on his feet.
The moment she heard him behind her, Edith spun around and gasped.
“McKirby? What the hell are you doing here? You’ve got the wrong room! Bloody hell—what am I supposed to do?”
Seth could barely make out her words through the buzz in his head. He was drunk, sure, but not enough to miss how beautiful she looked, standing right there.
There was something about Edith—something magnetic. He felt a tug inside him, like her presence had a pull he couldn’t resist. As she tried to help him stand upright, Seth took over and pulled her close instead.
“You’re gorgeous,” he slu
