JESSIE
I wasn’t drunk... at least not as drunk as Tomas who we left still doing his own version of a twerk at Greed’s beautiful house. Despite my belief that I’m not at all drunk, my surroundings manage to spin and I lose my footing.
Warm hands grab me before I hit the ground. “Jess, watch your step.”
I take another step only to wobble and trip yet again and a loud sigh pierces the quiet night. Before I know it, large arms wrap themselves around my small form and l lifting me up bridal style.
My eyes meet pretty grey ones. “Wow, you’re really gorgeous.”
“You’ve had too much to drink.” The man carrying me said looking disappointed.
“Put me down.” I suddenly demand. “Pride won’t like it if he sees you touching me.”
A beautiful laugh erupts from him. “Will he now?”
I nod eagerly.
