I shake my head, gritting my teeth in annoyance when he staggers to the left. “You look cold, little sister. You know I can heat you up.” My stomach twists. “Go home.” “You’re my home,” he replies with a hiccup. “Don’t make me mad. I don’t like being mad with you. Come with me. We’ll go back to the house and I’ll… I’ll make love to you.”
