Bonnie wanted to push him away, but her mind felt like it was melting. She was so dazed by his closeness that she didn't even have the strength to lift her arms.
Derek simply pulled her waist toward him, resting his head against her neck.
Bonnie's breath caught, and she instinctively shrank back. "Are you drunk?"
"Mm…" His breath was warm against her skin, and his voice was low and soft. "I'm drunk."
"…"
"Let me hold you."
Outside, the night stretched on endlessly. Hearing those words, Bonnie felt a tightness in her chest. Even the last trace of resistance faded.
It was like she was under a spell. She didn't move.
…
The next morning.
Bonnie woke up on the couch. The man beside her was still asleep.
She carefully moved his arm off her waist, tiptoed onto the carpet, and bent down as she quietly made her way toward the bedroom.
The kitten let out a soft meow.
"Shhh"
