She looked down at him, noticing the difference in the way he had looked at her before he left the house.
The anger in his eyes was gone.
It was soft… vulnerable.
And seductive.
The scent of his cologne mixed with the stench of alcohol. She remembered turning her head at the smell of drunkards when she passed them.
She didn’t think she would be holding one that was as drunk as a pulp and even helping him up the stairs without judging him.
She didn’t even think he smelt bad…
But she had never seen him that way before. Not that she had known him for long, but she didn’t think he drank.
He didn’t strike her as one who did.
Adria’s grip tightened around his arm, her chest heaving as she steadied him on the steps.
Nathan leaned heavily against her, his weight dragging her down. This m
