Chapter 6: this is not right
ENZO’S POV
The day was fun, but I ended up really drunk. I don’t think I’ll be able to remember today’s events.
"I’ll take Enzo home; he’s wasted. The rest of you can get back safely, right?" I heard Doc Olivier say. I’m sure it was him.
"Yes, we can," a voice I couldn’t recognize replied.
Doc Olivier said nothing else. He tried to make me walk, but I tripped over my own feet. I was too wasted to feel embarrassed, and I laughed out loud.
"This isn’t going to work. I’ll have to carry you," he said.
The next moment, I was in his arms, like his lover. I couldn’t help myself—I snuggled into his embrace.
Olivier carried me outside to his car. He placed me inside and fastened the seatbelt. I’m going to blame the alcohol for this because, before he could move, I cupped his face. "Hi there, handsome."
Olivier chuckled. "Enzo, let go of me. I need to take you home." Despite his words, he didn’t pull away.
"But I like this position. I can see your face up close. You’re handsome—so handsome." I couldn’t stop blabbering.
Olivier managed to pry my hands off his face. He shut the door, hurried to his side of the car, buckled his seatbelt, and started the engine.