I didn't move. Couldn't. My heart pounded, thighs sore, mind hazy and thick. The alcohol still clung to my bloodstream but my head felt clearer, more dangerous than ever.
"This place isn't big enough for what I want to do to you Aria," he whispered, voice wrecked and dark. "Let's take it somewhere more comfortable."
Without a word, I slid off him, sweat clinging to my forehead and slipping down my back. My knees wobbled as I reached for the car door and the lock clicked open. The cold air hit me like a slap, but it wasn't enough to sober me. Not really.
I took a step, then stumbled.
Arms caught me before I hit the ground. Kael's.
"You look more drunk now than you did at the party," he murmured, amused.
I didn't reply. Just stared at the ground, biting my lip, angry at how much I wanted him. Angry at myself for needing him like this.
And then he knelt.
My breath hitched as Kael gently removed my heels, fingers brushing the sore spots on my feet. "These must be killing you."
