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“Can you make it up the stairs?”
I stared up at him, feeling myself tumble into his icy gaze. When Mason looked at me, it was the strangest sensation, like burning alive and being frozen to death all at the same time.
“Will you be there to catch me if I fall?”
His brows furrowed a little, something flashing in his eyes. “Yeah, I’ll be there to catch you, blondie.”
I grinned.
He frowned some more.
“Come on, up you go.” Mason steadied his hands on my waist as we climbed the stairs to my floor.
I just wanted to get out of these clothes, wash the makeup off my face, brush my teeth, and fall into bed. But given how badly the hall was spinning, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to do any of those things.
We reached my door, and Mason leaned around me to open it. “Do you need me to—”
“Don’t leaves me,” I blurted, clapping a hand over my mouth at how ridiculous I sounded.
His soft laughter rolled over me, cocooning me like a warm squishy blanket. God, I loved it when Mason Steele laughed. It didn’t happen often, so being around to witness it always made me feel special.
You’re not though, Harper. You’re foolish. Silly, foolish—
“Nice room,” Mason said, closing the door behind us.
I wanted to run an assessing eye over the state of the place, but since I could barely see, thanks to the dim lighting and the copious amounts of liquor poisoning my bloodstream, I settled for a muffled, “Thanks.”
“Want to talk about it?” he asked, and I twisted around to meet his expectant gaze.
“No?”
“No, question mark?” A faint smirk traced his lips. “You’re a funny drunk.”
“It’s all his fault, you knows.”
“Whose fault?”
I rolled my eyes. Was he really that clueless?
“Your dad…?”
“He doesn’t deserve that title anymore.” I smiled sadly. “Hasn’t for a really long times.”
“What—”
“Oh God.” Bile rushed up my throat, and I darted toward the bathroom, almost tripping over my own feet.
“Jesus Christ,” Mason muttered, following behind me as I flew into the small en suite and dropped to my knees, heaving. But nothing came up, my stomach groaning.
“What do you need?” he asked, and I held up a finger, my other hand working my hair out of my face. But Mason dropped to his knees behind me, taking my hair in his big hand and holding it for me.
“I think it’s a false alarms,” I breathed, sitting up to test how I felt.
Everything stayed inside except my dignity. That had gone to hell in a handbasket.
“You sure?”
I nodded, reaching for him. He helped me to my feet, and I inhaled a shuddering breath. “I needs to sleep.”
