Alpha Nick stood tall at nearly 1.9 meters—lean and well-proportioned in clothes, muscular and powerful without. I, on the other hand, barely broke 1.7 meters and weighed less than 100 pounds.
Supporting him was no easy task.
His arm draped over my shoulder, and his entire body leaned against mine. His face was pressed close to my head, and his warm breath fanned across my cheek, spilling into my every inhale.
The closeness made me uncomfortable, my heart fluttering in an unfamiliar way.
My mind suddenly flashed back to the moment he had kissed me in the bathroom. I tried shifting away from him, but Alpha Nick moved with me. We stayed just as close.
Forget it. No point in arguing with a drunk man.
Gritting my teeth, I stiffened my back and continued supporting Alpha Nick toward the s
