"What are you doing?"
I smiled coyly at him, smacking my lips and gently tracing his jawline with my finger.
"I got dumped today. Keep me company.
"Just for one night."
The man was silent for a moment, then let out a sigh. "You're drunk."
"Not too bad. I still recognize who you are."
"And who am I?"
"A stranger."
I laughed uncontrollably, and my waist suddenly pulled into his embrace.
"My name's Emmett Brooks."
"Oh..."
"And you?"
"Avery Hamilton."
"Avery, are you serious?"
I looked up into his deep brown eyes and smiled.
"Of course."
After that, I found myself at his place.
My phone kept ringing; I knew all too well who it would be.
Half-drunk and dazed, I was lost in the night, unable to discern my feelings.
It wasn't until the early hours of the morning that I finally succumbed to exhaustion and fell asleep.
As dawn broke, I awoke from my drunken slumber, dizzy and disoriented.
The man beside me was sleeping soundly, his arm draped over my waist, his breathing slow and steady.
A jolt of adrenaline shot through me as the memories of the previous night flooded back.
Damn.
Drinking never did any good.
Rubbing my forehead, I quietly shifted his hand off my waist and cautiously got out of bed.