Zeke's POV
I was about to lift myself from the bed when she pulled me back into an embrace. Her embrace, though filled with warmth, also hinted at something deeper, something I knew I needed to handle with care.
What's wrong with the f*****g AC?
“Are you okay?” I asked her trying to suppress the fast growing desire churning at the pit of my stomach.
“Hmmm.” She nodded in the affirmative. “Now let's get you freshened up.” I murmured gently and guided her towards the bathroom.
I ran warm water over her face as she leaned over the sink, just as I was about to grab her a towel her body began reeling from the effects of the alcohol.
"I'm sorry," Kamille whispered between heaves, her voice laced with embarrassment.
"It's alright. I'm here," I reassured, holding her hair back and rubb
