He was drunk.
Drunk and he’d been driving.
I was outside before I could think it through, my heart hammering with a mixture of anger and fear and something else I couldn’t quite name.
“Jaxon,” I called, rushing toward him. “What the hell were you thinking? You could have killed yourself riding like that.”
He turned to look at me, and his eyes were unfocused in a way that confirmed my suspicion. He was absolutely wasted.
“I’mm…..fine,” he said, the words slightly slurred. “I don’t need you worrying about me.”
“You’re drunk,” I said, moving closer. “Let me help you inside.”
I reached for his arm, intending to steady him, but the moment my hand made contact, he moved. Fast. Faster than someone that drunk should have been able to move. Before I could process what was happening, he had m
