Chapter 118

Dear God, I didn't know what I was doing in his arms, with his palms on my lower back, pushing me and edging me on, but at least I knew where he spent the night, with his breath and tongue-tasting liquor.

It had to be what was getting me intoxicated and making me forget everything and everyone; this was no ordinary pull.

And it didn't feel like pretending anymore, at least to me.

"Bro, end this; you're in public," I heard Milo laugh.

"Milo, let them be." It was Maya this time, and she didn't sound offended; instead, she sounded joyful.

His hands were curling around my throat now, and it was suddenly too much. I had to break it, even though he sighed in dissatisfaction.

Staring into his face and still feeling his confusion, we suddenly heard loud stomping, like someone was angrily leaving the room.

Oh, sweet Alexa! I smiled within me, for I was no quiet when it came to letting people know their place.

He laughed and whispered,