Everett laughs and then winks at me. “Goodnight, Tessa.”
“Goodnight.”
He heads out, and I look down at the drunk hot mess in front of me. I could leave him like this, but he’s going to hate himselfenough in the morning as it is. I sigh and make my way over, staring down at him. “You reek of alcohol.”
He opens one eye. “I tried to drink the memories away.”
“Did it work?”
“Nope.”
I grin. “Let me take your shoes off and get you to bed.”
He doesn’t fight me as I remove each shoe, tossing them into his closet. Then I try to grab his legs to get him under the covers, but he’s like a damn boulder. He groans and finally I’m able to shift him enough.
Next he needs a bottle of water and if I can get him to choke down some medicine, that would be ideal. I head into the kitchen, grabbing it and the Tylenol, then come back in. He’s lying there, eyes closed, and I debate waking him.
He looks so…sad.
I sit on the bed and run my fingers through his hair. “Killian?”
He groans my name. “Tessa.”
I smile, even though right now, it doesn’t feel like there’s much to smile about, but even in his drunken stupor, he’s thinking of me.
Not that it changes a damn thing.
“Killian, wake up, you need to take this.”
His eyes slowly open. “You’re here.”
“Yes, and you’re drunk. Here, drink some water.”
“Tessa,” he sighs my name. “Don’t leave me.”
“I’m not leaving you. I’m just saying you need to drink some water.”
He shakes his head. “No, I mean, after the water. Stay.”
The tightening in my chest makes it hard to breathe. “Please, take the water and the medicine.”
“Only if you promise.”
Great, now this is a freaking negotiation. “Okay, fine, I’ll stay if you drink this.”
He grins and then leans up, taking the water. I watch as he gulps it down, then throws the pills back and swallows those. “Now, come here.”
“What?”
“You promised you’d stay.”
“Yes, and I’m going to stay in my room.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
Killian somehow moves quickly, hooking his arm around my hip and throwing me,yes, throwing me over onto the bed.
