Elena's POV
The moment my eyes met Dominic's, I saw his face flush with acute embarrassment and discomfort.
It was as if I had stumbled upon a secret thought he wanted to keep hidden.
I was extremely drunk. My head spun, and the light blurred like a flowing tide.
My senses were dulled. I could barely make out his scent.
"Elena, how much did you drink?" His expression darkened.
I squinted. The alcohol made my ears ring. "Don't block the way..."
His figure split into three or four copies, swaying with the frame of the door.
I couldn't tell if he was standing on the left or the right. The whole world felt like it was tilting.
I just wanted to sleep.
I wanted to bury myself in the soft bed and let all the pain and chaos sink away.
I tried to guess the clear path and stumbled toward
