Chapter 28

I giggle again. Too heavy and too comfy to move. It’s nice here. It feels good. I want to sleep on my fluffy floor.

“Wan sssstay right here,” I slur. I can hear it now, and it amuses me even more. I’ve never heard myself slur before, never allowed myself to drink to the point of slurring.

I spot my handheld in front of me and prod dementedly at the air as if I’m trying to make a point, fascinated at the uncoordinated motion of my limb as it waves above me. Everything feels dreamlike and warm, like these are someone else’s hands.

He frowns at me, and I have the urge to poke him between the eyebrows. They are too even and straight to be authentic.

“You prefer the hotel rug to a bed?” He can’t speak without smiling, so I guess he finds me entertaining this way.

He has a beautiful smile. No! A gorgeous smile!

“Hmmm, mmm hmmm.” That was almost an answer, I think. God, why did I drink so much brandy?

Everything is swaying and soft. If I close my e