Chapter 156
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“Yes,” I said, attempting a demonstration.
Not a straight line, but definitely forward-ish.
The world was still moving through gauze. I could hear everything and see everything, just not all in the right order. Rhys was still flopping about on the floor.
Ashton wrapped an arm around my waist and stepped over Rhys, planting a foot down on his outstretched arm. Rhys let out a sharp yelp.
Ashton glanced at Yvaine. “You said she only had a quick one p>
Yvaine shrank under his inquisitive gaze. “Well, yeah, two glasses, tops. But it was a rather strong blend.” She added sheepishly, “I told her to go slow p>
“I’m fine,” I mumbled. “Hold up your hand. I’ll count your fingers p>
Ashton’s voice dropped another ten degrees. “What’s your address? I’ll drop you off p>
Yvaine backed away. “Nah, no need. I’m good, really. I can walk. Totally. And this place is owned by a friend. Don’t worry about me, just take care of Mirabelle p>
Ashton gave a curt nod.
Everything blurred again as I was scooped off the floor. My vision swam upward until I was looking up at his chin, lightly dusted with stubble.
“Mirabelle,” Rhys groaned from the floor. “I need to talk to you.” Ashton walked right over him.
Rhys yelped, curling into a ball, but still managed to cling to Ashton’s ankle with one hand. Ashton calmly stomped down on it, grinding it into the floor.
Rhys howled.
The cool evening air slapped some clarity into me as we stepped out of the bar. I blinked a few times, and things sharpened a little.
Ashton slid me into the back seat of the car, then climbed in after me. That was when I noticed he was wearing indoor slippers.
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The drive was quiet. The car felt like a tomb, with only the hum of the engine filling the silence. I wasn’t sure when I nodded off, but eventually, the awkward seat angle woke me again.
I kept sliding off the leather, so I inched closer to Ashton and dropped my head on his thigh.
It was a hard pillow, but better than sliding into the footwell.
From this angle, all I could see was his Adam’s apple and the underside of his jaw, clenched tight. The car braked suddenly. I almost rolled right off him, but his hand shot out and caught me.
“Drive slower,” he barked at the driver.
“Sorry, boss p>
I clung to his arm, waiting for the nausea to pass, then squirmed a bit, trying to find a more comfortable spot. His knees were hard and digging into the back of my neck. His thighs were solid as granite.
I shifted higher up.