Still You Still Me Still Falling novel Chapter 108

Edmond's words echoed in her ears.

She heard every single syllable.

Yet, she couldn't comprehend a single one.

What was Edmond talking about?

Sheila's mind was a chaotic mess.

That was until the man's breath drew closer and closer.

Unlike most drunks who reeked of cheap booze, his scent was as crisp and cold as cedar, now laced with alcohol, creating an entirely different, intoxicating aroma.

Sheila's limbs felt like jelly.

She was completely paralyzed by shock.

Edmond's palms were scorching hot as they locked her hands in place.

The delicate, tender skin on the inside of her wrists felt like it was practically burning beneath his grip.

"Edmond..."

Sheila quickly realized that Edmond was completely wasted.

Otherwise, the usually aloof, noble man would never utter something that sounded so much like begging.

She called his name.

But doing so seemed to flip a switch inside the man.

His handsome face greedily buried itself into the crook of Sheila's neck, nuzzling deeply against her skin.

As if he had finally found the most beautiful treasure in the world, he leaned into her affectionately, refusing to pull away.

He murmured, "Sheila... Sheila, promise me. I... I'm more fun than Cecil. Play with me instead, okay?"

Sheila's heart violently convulsed in her chest.

If his earlier question, "Why can't it be me?" had already left her shocked,

then hearing him beg, "Play with me," absolutely shattered her reality.

Edmond was...

He really was blindingly drunk!

To actually say something like this!

But how was she supposed to reason with a drunk man?

Anything she said now would be useless; he probably couldn't even process it.

Pinned beneath him, their bodies were practically molded together in the cramped space.

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