Lily's POV
The next clear moment I had was the soft sound of the penthouse door closing. Then the world snapped back into focus, and I went from sleepy to blazing furious in about three seconds.
The moment my heels touched the floor, I jerked back from his support and pointed an unsteady finger at him. “You,” I announced, wobbling so badly he instinctively put a hand out—but I slapped it away in slow motion. “Don’t touch me. Actually—no, touch me. No—wait. Ugh.”
He sighed, which only fanned the fire already roaring in my chest. I straightened myself—sort of—and glared up at him. “Why,” I slurred, “were you cold to me after the kiss?”
His eyebrows pulled together, calm but tense. “Lily, you’re drunk.”
“Yes, I know I’m drunk,” I snapped. “I’m drunk, not stupid.” My voice cracked on th
