65. All That Matters.

LEO

Without wasting any more time, I give in to her drunken request.

I take her phone and her bag from her hands, and with a grunt, I lift her up and drape her body over my shoulder. She does not kick her legs in the air or fight me, her silent order giving me the permission to take her to her room.

Fuck, she is really drunk.

I carry her like that until I reach the door of her room. After opening it and getting inside, I close the door behind me and gently carry her to her bed.

Reaching the mattress, I carefully lay her down and begin to pull off her shoes. Done, I tuck her feet back into bed before covering her with her bed comforter. I also adjust her pillow underneath her head and then proceed to keep her phone and bag on the bedside drawer near her bed.

After doing all that, I release a sigh, feeling like I just accomplished the most important task in the world as I sit beside her, watching her sleep.

Her chest rises and falls in a slow but steady rhythm as she sleeps, and e