“You got it.”
I hurry outside to find Declan leaning against his car, his head resting on his forearms. “Hurry up. I wanna go home.”
“You drank a lot,” I utter, opening the passenger side door for him.
He does a mimicking thing that reminds me of the SpongeBob meme and I cackle.
After I slide behind the wheel of the car, I start it up and pull out of the driveway.
We’re silent for more than half of the drive to his condo, only speaking to ask for directions.
Declan lies back with his head against the headrest, swallowing compulsively.
“You good?” I ask as I glance at him.
“Just get there,” he mutters.
“Maybe that last glass was one too many.”
“Fuck off, Nico.”
“Seriously, you good?”
Declan huffs and turns toward the window. Just when I think he won’t answer, he says, “Hendrix was my best friend since we were kids. He was all I had. Now, I’m alone.”
If he weren’t drunk, there would be no way he would have admitted that. Declan only speaks when it’s to spew threats or run down his family security protocols.
And when he was naked under me.
I push that thought away and focus on the road. Besides, he’s drunk as fuck. No way I’d try to get into his pants while he’s like this.
Sighing, I say, “If you need someone to talk to?—”
“Yeah, so you can tell your fucking boss?” He scoffs. “Hard pass.”
“I wouldn’t. I told you when I gave you the flowers, if you ever wanna talk about shit, you can call me.”
I stop at a light and meet Declan’s fuzzy gaze. “I still don’t like you.”
“Don’t gotta like me in order for me to keep your secrets.” We stare at each other until someone honks behind me. I keep my eyes on him for a second longer before I pull off and follow his last few directions to his place.
Declan is heavier than he looks, leaning on me as I walk him upstairs to his condo. I grunt when I get to the third floor. “This building needs a fucking elevator.”
He laughs, high and loud. It’s the same laugh he gave me in the club when I saw his dick.
Yeah, my mind shouldn’t go there. It takes effort to push the memory of Declan’s naked body from my mind.
“Hendrix said the same thing,” he muses. “But…it’s easier…to hear…people comin’.”
I make a noncommittal noise, keeping a firm hold on him while I trudge to his unit.
Unlocking the door is difficult, but I manage, tumbling inside with a drunk Declan at my side.
“Bedroom?” I ask.
He points to the hall. “Second door…on the right. “
My hand around his waist, I help him to his room, kicking the door open and stepping inside. I sit him on the edge of the bed, remove his shoes, his socks and then his jacket before I lie him down.
