~Nathan~
“Home? Where?” she drawls. She's so drunk and cute right now. Her messy hair keeps falling across her face distracting me.
She squints at me and suddenly her face becomes gloomy. “Is it true…when you said you don't like me…”
My chest grips tight. I swallow hard. “You are drunk right now. Let's get you in bed.”
“I'm not!” She glares drunkenly.
I’m the crazy one trying to argue with her. “Sure you are not. But still let's get you to your room.”
“Don't take me there—” she slurs again. She doesn't want to go. Is this because of Liam? Did that lunatic do something to her again?
“Please take me with you–” she grabs my hand and tries to lead me out but ends up staggering. By impulse, my arms fly around her and hold her steady. For a moment, we both are quiet, gazing at each ot
