God fucking damnit, how drunk are you?
I was relieved to see her, to see that she was safe, but only because I showed up in time. That tight little black dress of hers caused me to clench my jaw.
Fuck, she was gorgeous.My eyes drifted towards her breasts and—Are her nipples pierced?Wearing such tight clothes onlymade my desire for her swell, but now wasn’t the time. No. No. No. NO.
“Silas?” her words slurred.
I cleared my throat. “Rosalie,” I said in a calm and steady voice.
“Silassss,” she wavered, her eyes struggling to focus.
I smiled at her. “Yeah, it’s me.” I held my hand out to her. “Come here.”
The other guy stepped between us. “Hey buddy.”
“Don’t hey buddy me.” I frowned. Pushing past him, I carefully slid my hand around Rosalie’s shoulder.
“Wateryoudoinhere?” she asked.
“I wanted to make sure you were okay. I saw your post, and that wasn’t like you at all.”
Rosalie pouted, giggling soon after. “I’m fineeesilasss…”
I knew she wasn’t fine. I could see the pain, the insecurity, the desperate need for connection hidden behind her drunken facade. I wanted to scoop her up into my arms, hold her close, and whisper all the reassurances she needed to hear, but I knew I had to play my cards carefully.
“You don’t look like you are, Rosie. You’re drunk,” I said gently. “Come on, let’s get you out of here.” I guided her through the crowd. I wouldn’t force her to come with me. If she resisted, I would respect her wishes, for now. But, she didn’t fight it. She leaned into my touch, allowing me to lead her towards the front door.
“Seriously?” the guy muttered.
I ignored him; I didn’t have time for wannabe surfers. Especially ones with poorly bleached hair. There wasn’t even anywhere to surf. We live in fucking Colorado. I digress, that wasn’t important, Rosalie was what was important.
My eyes drifted to Sadie who was far too busy grinding on some guy to see us, and Sarah was nowhere to be seen.
“It’sloudinhere—” Rosalie mumbled, her steps a little unsteady.
“I know… I know… too loud. Come on, I’ll take you home.”
She nodded, following my guidance I navigated her out of the apartment and into the cool night air. A surge of possessive relief washed over me knowing that she was in my care. Carefully, I scooped her up in my arms. One hand rested on her lower back and the other beneath her knees. She was far lighter than I imagined her to be, and so tiny—nearly a foot shorter than I or so.
I made up my mind; she wasn’t going to her apartment. No, she was going home with me. She would be safest with me, under my supervision. Someone had to look after her—this was too close of a call for me to not bring her home with me.
I am doing this for her.
“I’mhungry,” she mumbled.
I smiled. “That so? I will get you something to eat in a little bit okay?”
“Okaysilas,” she replied, closing her eyes and resting her head against my chest.
Fuck, I waited for this for so long. Her hair smells like strawberries.
I followed the dimly lit path towards my house, passing her apartment in the process. Luckily, she seemed far too inebriated to notice. After walking for a bit, I reached my gate. My house wasn’t all too big; two bedrooms, two bathrooms, one-car garage, and a full basement. A few acres of land hidden within a sea of trees. It was quiet, and peaceful.
The alcohol had clearly taken its toll on Rosalie. She reeked of it, not that it mattered much. I was worried about possible alcohol poisoning, but I would tackle that here shortly once I had her inside safe and sound.
Her body was limp and nearly weightless.
I carried her inside. My steps were silent and sure, feeling the soft curve of her body against mine. I continued into the basement that I had prepared for her in the past weeks and carefully laid her down on the large, plush bed. Soft blankets and expensive pillows surrounded her, and I eased her head up, sliding a soft pillow under it. The room was decorated to her liking, and even had part of the basement renovated as a mini studio for her to continue ballet practice. It was a sanctuary, crafted just for her. I had plans…So manyplans.
