CHAPTER 52

YVONNE

"Who are you, then?" I slurred.

Damn. I'm drunk. I can feel my head spinning. The way he suddenly grabbed me only made it worse. Ugh. I almost finished the whole bottle!

"I'm no hero," he coldly stated, bringing me back to the present.

"You are my hero!" I insisted.

"I am not a good man, Yvonne," he slowly stated, as if he wanted to reiterate what he meant to my thick skull.

But I didn't understand. Or maybe I just didn't care. All I know is how I suddenly liked being called by that name. I love how the syllables roll on his tongue.

"You are," I nodded to convince him otherwise. "You just don't know it. No, you're trying to hide it, but deep inside," I pointed at his chest.

Damn, it's hard. I was suddenly tempted to caress it. Shit, Yvonne. Stop it. I shook my head.

"Deep inside, you are a good man," I murmured. My thoughts are already heading elsewhere. I slowly slid my index finger down his pec.

He grabbed my finger, pulling it away from his chest.

"You don't know what you're