Chapter Seventy-Three
Alicia's POV
The hotel room was beautiful. All soft lighting and expensive furniture and windows that looked out over the city. I kicked off my bare feet and spun around, taking it all in.
"This is amazing," I said, my words slightly slurred. The champagne was still making everything feel soft and dreamy.
Malachi closed the door behind us. He was watching me with that intense look he always had. Like I was something precious he was afraid might disappear.
"You should get some rest," he said.
"Rest? No way." I walked over to the minibar and opened it. Rows of tiny bottles winked at me in the light. "We should drink more."
"Alicia, you've had enough."
"Have not." I pulled out two small bottles of vodka. "Come on. Let's play a game."
"A game."
"Truth or dare." I flopped onto the couch, patting the spot next to me. "Sit. Play with me."
"You're drunk."
