Out of Ashes Into His Heart novel Chapter 100

My head was spinning, and I instinctively tried to push him away. But Tom's fingers laced tightly with mine, locking me firmly in place. Meanwhile, his other hand gently cradled the back of my neck.

The faint scent of alcohol lingered in his breath, sharp and overwhelming. I struggled to free myself, but he held me securely in his embrace. It was like a floodgate had opened—everything spiraled out of control.

When I was on the verge of being completely out of breath, Tom's lips slowly trailed down to my neck. Panic set in, and I called out hesitantly, "Tom…"

He stilled at the sound of my voice. He buried his face against my neck, and his warm breath scalded my skin.

I froze, not daring to move a muscle until I heard his deep and steady breathing. After confirming he was asleep, I eased him down onto the couch and stood up with my shaky legs.

Reflexively, I touched my lips which were still tingling from the kiss moments before. I couldn't fathom how things had escalated to this point.

A drunken kiss? I couldn't very well argue with someone who wasn't even sober. I then decided to chalk it up to bad luck and pretend it never happened.

Taking a deep breath, I looked at Tom, who was clearly too far gone to wake up again tonight. He was tall and broad-shouldered. There was no way I could drag him to his bedroom on my own.

Instead, I fetched a blanket to cover him. Worried he might wake up with a stiff neck, I grabbed a pillow and slid it under his head.

By the time I was done, I was drenched in sweat. But I had to admit that Tom was an unusually composed drunk. He did what he wanted, then promptly passed out, sleeping sweetly and peacefully.

Before I realized it, I'd been staring at his face for far too long. Embarrassed, I quickly averted my gaze.