Ruby
“I know what you’re thinking,” Atwood says as he finishes his glass of wine and pours another for both of us. “I know you’re scared. But I’ll protect you. You know that.”
His words make me blush, which is only heightened by the alcohol.
By the time we finish our second glasses of wine, we’re both tipsy and decide to have another. Before I know it, both of us are completely drunk, laughing and joking with each other like old friends. Normally it would feel strange to be so open and jovial with Atwood, but the alcohol has given me courage.
It has also given me enough courage to ask him this question: “Will you stay with me tonight?”
A small smile plays on Atwood’s lips at my question. He doesn’t answer; just nods and stands, holding out his hand for me, and leads me
