Kayden
The walk to the car was a nightmare. Rhys was usually the one in control, the one who was always there to support me, but now, he was nothing but dead weight. As soon as we walked out the back door to the alley, something in him shifted from somber to manic.
"Kayden… my Kayden," he mumbled, his voice thick and slurred.
I groaned, waiting for the bartender to meet us in the alley with the Ferrari.
Rhys shifted in my arms, burrowing into me. He turned his head and buried his face in the crook of my neck.
I felt the hot, wet press of his lips against my skin as he started kissing my neck. It was a messy, desperate, uncoordinated series of kisses that sent a jolt of electricity straight to my chest, but I knew he was not in the right mind to be doing that—especially out in public.
"Rhys, stop! We are in public," I hissed, trying to keep us both upright as he stumbled.
