HAZEL
“What?” I whisper, but I barely recognise the sound of my own voice.
“Really?” he asks, his question is filled with disbelief and suspicion. He looks straight towards me, searching my face for something.
I don’t even know what he’s asking, but I nod anyway.
Suddenly, he stands up too fast... or maybe I’m too drunk to register it properly. He takes my hand, downs the rest of his drink in one motion, sets the glass down, and starts pulling me away from the table.
We walk back inside the hotel, and only then do I realise he’s taking us out of the hotel.....he’s taking us home.
Something inside me screams: You don’t want to go home with him. Not yet. Because the moment you step into that golden cage of yours… this will be over.
And I don’t want this to be over.
So I pull his hand
