He wasn't looking at me anymore; he was examining our surroundings, maybe trying to figure out who had seen our passionate kiss. He seemed pleased with what he saw. Did that mean I hadn't caused as much trouble as I'd thought?
"Atticus." Anya hissed. She was trying to catch his attention. While she did succeed, he didn't go to her like I expected him to.
Instead, he gently takes my hand in his. "Let's get you some water to drink. We can't let my parents nor yours see you in this condition. Especially not when we have an important tradition tonight."
I could feel Anya's gaze digging into my back as we walked away. I could only move my feet because he was holding my hand; otherwise, I would have been swaying from left to right. I was drunk, yes, but that kiss had left me weaker than I wa
