Evaline:
If I thought the car ride back would be peaceful, I was VERY, VERY wrong.
The moment the doors shut and the engine hummed to life, I was expecting River to lean back, close his eyes, and drift off into a blissful, drunken sleep. That's what normal drunk people did, right?
But River Thorne was anything but normal.
Instead of passing out, the Rogue Alpha King became... animated.
"Evaalineeee," he slurred, stretching out my name like it was the most fascinating sound in the universe. "Why are you so far? C'mere. Sit closer."
I didn't move an inch.
He tried again, leaning across the seat and pointing a clumsy finger at me. "You look like an angel tonight. All glowing and shiny. You are not gonna sprout wings and fly away, are you?"
I was staring at him with my mouth hanging open in pure shock. "Stars... You are drunk."
"I might be," he said proudly while slumping back but only for a second. "But not drunk enough to miss how pretty you looked in that black dress."
