A few hours passed and I couldn't even sleep. I stood up from my bed and walked to the kitchen to get a glass of water to help me calm down.
Unexpectedly, I saw Cyrus sleeping on the floor with his head on the edge of the table leg. I gasped and immediately helped him stand up. He's drunk.
“Where on earth have you been?” I mumbled as I helped Cyrus walk. He's been out on a three-day trip and back home drunk and wasted.
He looked at me for a moment and muttered gibberish. I sighed in frustration as we reached a wall. I let him lean on there to take a few deep breaths. This is much more tiring than I expected. Suddenly, Cyrus landed his face on my shoulder. He grabbed both forearms of mine and pulled me closer to him. He's too near! So close that I had to raise my chin and stop breathing
