TMUW 38: Bathroom

Feeling weaker, I shifted my weight to Lucas and let my arms wrap around his neck.

"Aurora, stop," he urged.

"What? It's hot, Lucas," I complained after biting his lower lip.

He let out a slow sigh and gently pushed me away. I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol affecting me so strongly; this wasn't how I usually reacted to alcohol.

"Get up, Aurora," he ordered, his voice strained.

I groaned in pain and clutched my hip, which had taken the brunt of my fall.

"Damn it, why did you roll down?!" he snapped.

"I can't even stand up!" I protested.

I didn't complain further as Lucas lifted me. I thought he would take me straight to bed, but instead, he sat me down on a high chair in the kitchen.

"Here, drink this," he instructed, handing me a glass of water.

I reached for it, but my throat refused to cooperate, and I ended up putting the glass on the table. The heat that I was feeling were unbearable, and I felt like I was sticking to my own skin.

"It's so hot!" I complained. "I'm sw