*Ada*
I stood there awkwardly as he shut the door behind us. My body was hyper-aware of his hand resting along my lower back.
It seemed to be shaking.
"Bryson?" I whispered his name, not sure what to say. "Uh, what can I do for you?"
He didn't answer at first, he just stepped closer to me, taking a deep breath in, as if savoring my smell. I suddenly felt lightheaded and felt myself stumble slightly.
"Did you have to drink so much?" Bryson said with an annoyed sigh, but I heard the amusement in his voice too.
"I didn't drink that much," I retorted. "It's not the alcohol that is affecting me now…it's you."
Oh my goddess, did I really say that?? Maybe Cole was rubbing off on me because that was so cheesy…and so vulnerable…and it was a lie.
Because the alcohol was obviously affecting m
