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Despite the fact that I didn’t need him to, I follow him, ready for him to lead me out.

We make our way to his car, and I can’t help but think about mine being left alone for the night in this parking lot.

“My car,” I say dejectedly, stopping for a moment.

His smooth jacket-free arm laces through mine as he pulls me along.

“It’s okay, you can get it in the morning.”

He opens the door for me, and this time I let the nice gesture affect me a little.God, I am basic. He slides gracefully into the driver’s side, and I slump down in my seat, overcome by the sudden spinning the small space is doing.

“Fuck, Iamdrunk.”

His voice of smoke and fire cackles to life, erupting in laughter.

“You will be fine. Let’s just get you home.”

The car jolts to life, the dashboard tilting and swimming in my vision. I close my eyes, saving me the trouble of having to see that for the entire drive.

“Don’t you have somewhere you would rather be?” Leaning my head back against the leather, I try to steady myself. “Jada was eyeing you up all night.”

I hear him scoff, but don’t dare look at him.

“Nah, I’m good. It’s more important to me that you’re safe.”

I try to keep my head still during the ride. The smooth feel of the quiet engine is like a lullaby to me. With my eyes closed, I have to fight with sleep, not to succumb to it. When it looks like I might lose the battle, the sudden quiet startles me awake.

“Here.”

I open my eyes and see we’re outside of my house. Before I can get it together enough to open the door, Errol is there opening it for me and offering a hand. He walks me to the steps, holding on to me the whole time. My body calls to him, wanting to feel the rush of his touch everywhere. Once we are at the door, I wrap my arms around his middle, pulling him in for a hug. He responds in kind, arms coming to rest around my neck.

With my head pressed against his chest, I can hear his heart beating. It’s calm, steady, and filled with all the power to drive a man like this every day. The hum of its heavy rhythm soothes me enough that I barely notice the linger in our touch. When he pulls back, he looks down into my eyes and gives me a gentlesmile. It’s all lips and no teeth, and it feels like it is meant just for me.

“Goodnight,” I hiccup, melting a little.

“Goodnight, Farrah.”

He lets me go, and I watch him walk away, waiting for the warmth of his body to leave my skin.

Chapter 19

“Whydidyoumakeme do tequila shots?” Michael asks, sliding into the chair next to me. The makeup artist, Laurie, and her team gets right to work trying to cover up the evidence of last night’s outing.

My head is pounding enough that it takes a minute for his words to register.

“Tequila is kinder than your damn whiskey.” I press my lips against the warm mug of steaming hot tea. His lips quirk up, and I wait for him to argue.

“Let’s be clear. From now on, we will not be going out when the call time is 5 a.m.,” he says.

We find something we can agree on, even though I wouldn’t trade yesterday evening for sleep.

“That’s fine, but can we talk about the fact that last night resulted in you leaving with Priyanka?” I wiggle my eyebrows at him.

In typical male fashion, pride shines on his face as admission that something happened.

“It was more like this morning, but yes, we stayed up all night.”

“Doing what, pray tell?”

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