Theo

Chapter 23: Theo

“Are you drunk?”

I didn’t intend for the question to sound as judgmental and frustrated as it did, but there was a definite bite to my words as I reached out to grab a stumbling Mac.

His hair was a mess. His bright green eyes looked wild and slightly feral. The button-up shirt he was wearing was only tucked into his ridiculously tight jeans on one side, and there was a pink tinge to his cheeks underneath the scattered freckles. He didn’t smell like booze or like puke, but he was unsteady on his feet and clumsy. Two things I wouldn’t normally associate with him.