Ethan’s face darkened the moment those words left my lips.

“You drank so much that you could have killed yourself,” I gritted those words out like poison.

His jaw tightened, but still he kept quiet.

And his silence aggravated me.

“Are you not going to say anything?” I bit out in rage.

His hands moved towards his face.

His rough hands ran down my cheeks, and my resolve almost gave way, leaning into his touch.

“Let’s go to sleep, Leah.

It's late.”

His words reignited the ...