Unhinged Desires
Should sleep it off, forget this night, and forget them.
She knocked twice before the door opened. Lucas stood there, shirtless, sweatpants hanging off his hips. He smelled like cologne and alcohol. “Elena.”
“Liam,” she slurred, reaching for him.
“I’m Lucas,” he said but he didn’t correct her further. His eyes dropped to her mouth, her chest, the way her dress rode up her thighs. “You’re drunk.”
“Very,” she agreed, and pushed past him into the apartment. Liam sat on the couch, same bare chest, same low pants. Two gods in a dimly lit room. The door clicked shut behind her.