He pushed his bottom lip out, making himself look insanely adorable, despite his hard exterior, and I had to give myself an internal shake of the mental shoulders to get a grip.
“What we are going to do is get you moving, okay? We’re going to do this in one go, and you’re going to listen to everything I say.”
He nodded once. “’Kay.”
Stepping closer, I somehow wedged myself under Henry’s armpit, throwing his arm around my shoulder to take the brunt of his weight and encourage him to take one solid step forward. “Just follow my lead and we’re good. You’re room number thirty-two, right?”
I felt him glance down at me rather than see it, my entire focus on not collapsing beneath the muscle of the guy. “How d’you know that?”
“Jace told me,” I strained. “That’s it. Just keep walking. Like this. You’re good.”
“I’m good.”
“Yep.”
“Good soldier.”
“Stop it.”
“I can’t.” He huffed out a laugh. “Fucking soldier.”
“Okay, enough.” I came to a sudden stop, trying to glance up at him and only getting half a view of his face thanks to his chest being in the way. God, he smelt so good. “Do you want my help or not?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I hate you.”
“Fine line between love and hate.”
“Not right now, there isn’t.”
I started guiding him forward again, and to Henry’s credit, he handled it pretty well, even when we got to the staircase. I let him go, and he held onto the railing, hoisting himself up each step with a grunt of annoyance that shouldn’t have been as arousing as it was. When he made it to the top, he turnedas though looking for me, his face almost troubled until his drunken eyes landed on me only a few paces behind him.
“Hey,” he slurred, lifting his arm for me to go under again. “Gotta get me back to my room yet, Captain. There’s still work to be done. Muscle up.”
“You’re a pain in my arse,” I muttered as I slid into place, wrapping my arms around his half-naked body.
“That can be arranged.”
“Gross.” But, damn, my mind went there, and I hated how little control I had over my own thoughts, let alone my body.
“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.”
“Henry, can you not… ouch. Honestly, why are you so heavy?”
“Because I’m built.”
“That’s one way of putting it. Oh, thank God, we’re here,” I said with a sigh of relief when I stumbled upon apartment thirty-two. “Where’s your key?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
“Back pocket.”
“Okay, get it out.”
“Can’t. Not that coordinated right now. Did I just say coordinated properly? Sounded fat on my tongue.”
“Henry, please…”
“Begging. I like it.”
