"Crap," I muttered, scrambling off Lucas as he pointed to our discarded clothes on the floor.
My head spun slightly as I stood, making me reach for the bedpost to steady myself. The warm buzz from the alcohol had morphed into something more intense. My limbs felt heavier than before, and the room tilted oddly when I moved too quickly.
"Hurry," Lucas whispered, tossing my bikini at me while he yanked on his shorts.
I fumbled with the strings of my top, my fingers suddenly clumsy. Lucas noticed my struggle and came over, deftly tying the straps.
"You okay?" he asked, brows furrowed.
"Just a little tipsy," I giggled, swaying into his chest. I wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing my face against his skin. "You smell so good."
He chuckled, helping me into my coverup. "And you're definitely drunk."
Another round of knocking interrupted us.
"One second!" Lucas called out, making sure I was decent before opening the door.
