I walked in a minute later, tipsy, still giggling at some dumb meme Yvaine had just sent me. Something about a guy trying to deep-throat a corn dog and nearly dying for it—quality content.
I hadn't thought Ashton would still be awake. Definitely hadn't expected him to be sitting dead center in the living room like some kind of final boss, staring straight at the door.
Our eyes met. s**t.
My grin froze. I snapped my phone shut too hard and wobbled sideways, pressing my fingers to my temples.
"Drank way too much," I mumbled. "Gonna crash. Nightttt..."
I staggered like my knees had melted, clinging to the banister like it owed me rent. Giving him a wide berth, I dragged my feet upstairs, feeling his gaze right up my spine.
Don't look back.
Don't trip.
Don't break cha
