|Enrique Lorenzo Vasquez|
“So…here’s my room,” I told her after I opened the door. And before I could even invite her in, Mirrielle quickly stepped inside.
“Where are you going?” I asked as I stopped her from grabbing her wrist. And she must have been drunk once again since she sprung back easily in my direction, her entire body colliding into mine. I had to hold her waist to support her balance.
“Your drunk,” I informed her, and it seemed what I said was right when Mirrielle suddenly leaned her body into me, giving me her full weight. I sighed heavily. I gritted my teeth to control myself from doing things that might put me to death.
“Mirrielle, what are you doing?” I asked and pushed her away even though I wanted to wrap my hands around her. Our gazes met and seeing her sleepy eye
