Chapter 73. Because I Miss You, Ath

Athena

I slowly opened the door, and Tristan practically fell into my apartment. His weight crashed against me, and I had to brace myself against the doorframe to keep us both from tumbling to the floor.

The smell hit me immediately—whiskey, strong and sharp, mixed with something else I couldn’t identify. He reeked of alcohol, his usually perfect appearance completely disheveled.

His dark hair was messy, his shirt wrinkled and partially untucked, and there was a lost look in his eyes that made my heart clench with worry.

I managed to help him stay upright long enough to lock the door behind us, my hands shaking slightly as I turned the deadbolt. When I turned back to him, he was swaying on his feet like a tree in strong wind.

“Tristan, what are you doing?” I whispered, moving quickly to support him before he collapsed.

Getting him to my bedroom felt like trying to move a mountain. Tristan was pure muscle, all six feet and however many inche