Chapter 47

Maxwell POV

When she doesn’t move, I stand from the small sofa and carry her in my arms to her bed, tucking her beneath the sheets.

“Wait,” she mumbles, latching onto my wrist. “Stay. Please. I don’t want to be alone.”

I flick my eyes over her pleading face. My chest crumbles. There is no way I could say no to her, but at the same time, I want her to be sober while making these decisions.

I would never want to push her boundaries and take advantage of them just because she’s drunk.

“Until you fall asleep,” I eventually land on.

Instead of getting in the bed, I lay on top of the sheets. I face the way she’s sleeping and watch her eyes flutter open and shut.

She’s trying her hardest to stay awake, but I know the alcohol will claim her soon.

When she opens her eyes again, she scowls in my direction. She doesn’t look mad; she looks drunk-mad. “Why are you so far away from me?”

I chuckle to myself and shuffle closer. “Where do you want me, Laura?”

“I want to lay my head on your chest,” s