EDWARD
Never again would I allow Chloe to drink—not even a shot of Tequila. She was goddamn wasted. What was she thinking, taking shot after shot until she was senseless? What the bloody hell were her friends doing while she got drunk? And why the f**k was her scent overwhelming the entire room?
She was supposed to be unconscious; why was she so f*****g slick? She was supposed to slip out of her horny mind while she was inebriated—I mean, she ought to have been asleep by the time I carried her upstairs in my arms. But she wasn't.
She refused to lie back on the bed, a stark contrast to what I wanted. Well, I may have gone back on my word. What? She was still too young for an unwanted pregnancy. I couldn't risk it. She didn't know that, but I did, and I would do every goddamn thing to
