I struggled to keep the tall guy steady, my back tightening with the effort.

The situation was beyond awkward—I had no idea whether to keep holding him or push him away.

My breathing started to hitch as I could feel his warmth seep through his clothes.

For some reason, I could feel my own skin heating up too.

"Mr. Woods seems drunk too. If I take you home, what about him?" I managed to help Ryan back onto the sofa, letting out a breath of ...