Chapter 20: Drunken Mistakes

Her apartment smells like her. Obviously. Which he doesn’t think about until he opens the door and it hits him like a brick wall popping up across the chivalrous, friendly road his mind had been traveling down.

Sean almost groans. It takes monumental effort to enter her apartment, switch on the light, and take her to her bedroom.

He should leave. He should pull off those staggering heels of hers and then just set her on the bed, and maybe cover her with that soft pink blanket she loves so much. And then he should leave, and lock the deadbolt and leave her key under her doormat. He should get out of here before he does something stupid.

Out of all of his well laid plans, he makes it halfway to the front door, key in hand.

“Alpha?”

Like that, he’s back in her room, standing next to her bed like an idiot, with no idea how exactly he got there. She stares up at him, a little dazed. Probably still a little drunk.