“You’re mad at me.” I pouted. Oh, God, was I still drunk? He kept his gaze straight ahead as he headed for my room. “What was your first clue?” Tonight was as much his fault as it was mine. He pushed, so I pushed back. Round and round we went. “You shouldn’t order me around.” He did look at me then, his voice soft when he spoke. “I can’t help it.”
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