~Hannah~
Liam grabs my waist. I've just returned from sending Olivia off to school. His eyes are bloodshot and almost closing up. He has a drunk grin on.
He leans into my neck and smells me. “Fvck, I–love this,” he slurs as he guides my waist into a slow rhythm dance. He's completely intoxicated.
“We should drink together and then…we'll fvck.” He smirks.
I'd managed to escape him the last couple of days but I'm running out of excuses now. “You know I don't drink.”
“So you'll make me drink alone?” He frowns accusingly.
The door flings open and Lola storms inside.
“We need to talk right now, Liam,” she demands.
Since Liam doesn't give her attention anymore, she's become a full fledged bị́xch.
I want to use the opportunity to get away from Liam's smooching but Liam’s hold on m
