Serena Sutton didn't expect Caleb Lockwood to suddenly lose his balance and fall onto the sofa with her beneath him.
The man's hands were on either side of the sofa. His dark eyes were deep and unfocused, a bit dreamy as he gazed at the girl beneath him. Slowly, he lowered his head, touching his forehead to hers. Her fresh scent lingered, intoxicating and enticing, pulling him into irrationality…
Serena was extremely nervous, but Caleb made no further moves.
She knew he was drunk, so she could understand, but what was he doing?
"Caleb, Caleb Lockwood, could you get up, please?" Serena stammered, already startled out of her wits.
To her surprise, Caleb stubbornly replied, "No." His voice was firm and unyielding, like a child throwing a stubborn tantrum.
Serena: "..." She felt that Caleb, when drunk, was thick-skinned and very good at acting spoiled. She really had no way to deal with him.
