Max turns, grabbing both sides of my face.
"Are you okay?" he whispers, his wild eyes looking into mine with an unrecognizable longing in them.
I nod, grabbing onto his hands, the warmth of them pulling me into him.
"Yes, my cab is coming and taking me home," I inform him, my eyes fluttering.
He glances up deep in thought, before looking me in the eyes.
"No, you're coming home with me," he demands, rather than asks.
"What? No, I can go home. I'm fine," I insist, I can't go home with him. I'm drunk and finding him irresistible tonight.
So many rules will be broken.
"You're not okay, and I'm not letting you get in a car with a stranger in this condition. You will either come willingly or not, your choice," he replies arrogantly.
I glower at him; my stomach protesting that last so
