Apollo
She slumped unconscious against me.
Of course she would pass out now.
I adjusted my hold on her. One arm slipped beneath her knees, the other wrapped around her back, cradling her. Her head dropped against my shoulder, her cheek brushing my collarbone, warm breath fanning my skin.
She smelled faintly of honey and liquor.
There was no use calling a ride, not when she couldn’t even stand on her own. I wasn’t about to hand her off to a stranger in this condition.
I walked to the elevator and pressed the button for the first floor. When the doors slid open, I stepped out and made my way into my office.
Cradling her gently, I carried her into my private quarters, the space where I spent most nights. I nudged the door open with my foot and stepped inside. I didn’t bother turning
