[Leo’s POV]
I grow quiet, listening, waiting for Rue to say what it is that she has to say and when she doesn’t speak I find myself going on alert.
“Rue,” I say, my panic growing. “Hey, are you there?”
I wait, listening for her to speak, but when she doesn’t, I’m moving, jumping up from the couch I sit on and then heading toward the door.
“Leo.”
Her voice is low, but it is enough to calm me and I stop midstep.
“I thought you may have passed out.”
“Nope,” she hiccups. “I can’t until I’m out of the tub.”
In the tub.
Fuck, why did her saying that make my d**k twitch?
“Then maybe you should get out,” I say slowly. “You’re drunk.”
“I’m not,” she counters and I let a chuckle escape me. “You’re drunk,” she counters adorably. “Or maybe we’re both drunk. That could be the only way I woul
