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I never reached it because the door swung open and
Maddox entered his apartment, stumbling inside drunkenly.
Sweet Mother Mary, he was out… drinking?
He halted at the sight of me, and his lips curled. “Lila.”
He breathed my name like a whispered prayer to the
heavens above.
Was he praying for absolution or destruction? Because
whispering my name like that could only destroy us.
He slammed the door closed behind him and stalked
forward.
“You’re drunk,” I accused, taking a small step back.
He hummed, smiling. He stood in front of me, our chests
barely touching, and my gaze met his. “You’re so beautiful,”
he blurted out.
God, he was completely out of his mind. Maddox wasn’t
just drunk; he was really drunk.
He bent his head and stuck his nose against the crook of
my neck, inhaling sharply. Was he…sniffing me?
“Beautiful,” he breathed, before his body slumped
forward into mine.
“Maddox!” He was so heavy, my knees almost buckled
under his weight. “Maddox?”
Did he just… pass out?
I took his shoulders in my hands and tried to shake him
awake. He groaned, but otherwise, didn’t move. Shit.
With the rest of my strength, I dragged his heavy body
into his room. Maddox barely made any effort, because he
was practically dead to the world. How much drink did he
have? And why?
God, I was so tired from asking that question – why?
I pushed him on the bed, hating that he drank so much
in one night. Before I could pull away, his arm curled
around my waist, and he tugged me forward, and I fell on
top of him.
His throat bobbed as he groaned. I shifted over his body,
trying to break free, but for someone as drunk as Maddox,