MIA’S POV..
“One step, two steps, another step, fuck.” I watch Griffin as he tries to walk up the stairs, drunk and out of control.
“Can I help you?” I ask when he glared up the stairs where I stand with my hands folded. It’s like catching your son coming home drunk trying to hide it from you.
“Noooo, I’m fine,” he said, with a few hiccups following.
“Yeah, I can see that, it’s nearly 1 AM and you 're drunk.”
“I’m not drunk.” he tried to hide his face when he finally made it to the top of the staircase.
“Okay, Griffin.” I have no energy to fight with him, or even listen to his excuse why he is drunk. I turned around to go back to the room when he spun me around and kiss me. He smells like a shebeen, and can barely stand up straight.
“Please kiss me back,” he asks in a soft ton
