I opened my eyes and winced when I saw Garett with his eyes shut, lips slightly parted. But my focus quickly shifted past his shoulder, catching sight of Dustin's figure moving away in the distance.
I didn't move until I saw him go inside the house. Only then did I breathe a sigh of relief.
My gaze returned to Garett. He was still in the same position, so I tapped his cheek.
"He's... gone," I told him and pulled back.
Slowly, he opened his eyes, his gaze hazy as he stared at me.
I frowned. What's happening to him? Is he drunk?
I leaned down discreetly and sniffed his breath. No, he didn't smell like alcohol.
"Are you okay?" I asked in confusion, tapping his cheek again—this time a bit harder.
He blinked rapidly, as if snapping back to his senses, then moved away from me with a glar
