Alcohol betrayed me

Hearing that voice that I can forget, my skin bristles and I stay static, finding that beauty of a man with a mocking tone, I was in pajamas and a fairly thin white shirt.

"Don't worry about me," I say trying to pretend that I'm not drunk, much less seem pathetic to him. "Don't think I'm a little girl either.

Having said that, I'm in the jar of getting to the sunset, walking and locking myself in my room, I don't want to be ashamed more and less that he watched me stagger. But just when I want to continue my march, I realize that my whole world is still going around. I don't know what to do at that moment, I can only feel my body as it begins to collapse, but just when it seems that my body is close to the ground, I feel like a pair of strong and defined arms hold me. It's Bruce who captures me clinging to his chest.

I look up and that's when my eyes make contact with his, those beautiful eyes shone that although there was darkness I could see them. Our lips are only millimeters away