The alcohol was making Lawrence reckless, and whatever shred of reason he had left was gone. He stuck out his arm to block the door, wincing as it got squeezed between the door and the frame. He pushed his way inside, determined not to take no for an answer.
Bonnie had never been able to match his strength. He forced the door open, making her stumble backward. Before she could catch her balance, he grabbed her arm and pulled her against his chest.
Her eyes went red in an instant, burning with fury. She shoved him with everything she had.
“Bonnie...” Lawrence sounded completely shattered.
Three years and four months. He’d been alone that long, with no one in his arms. Her touch made him feel like an addict aching for another hit. He had no self-control left. Without thinking, his hands slid around her waist, hugging her tightly, holding her close. It was like he couldn’t get enough of her.
“Lawrence, are you out of your mind?” Bonnie’s voice shook with anger.
She could tell how drunk he was. His eyes were locked on her, intense and desperate. She’d seen this before. Every time he drank with his friends, he would cling to her like she was the only thing anchoring him. If she didn’t resist, he’d cross every line. If she fought back, he’d only get more relentless.
Just like now. He was completely out of it. He hunched over her, voice somewhere between sobbing and wanting, his breath warm and ragged against her face.
Bonnie turned away from him, and a heavy helplessness settled in her chest.
Whenever he got drunk, things always ended up like this. He wouldn’t listen to reason. He’d hold on to her, full of restless, wild energy, refusing to let go until he’d worn himself out.
But those days were over. Bonnie wasn’t that girl anymore. She wouldn’t stand by his side, letting him hold her, kiss her or act out when he’d had too much to drink.
She pushed him hard, then slapped him across the face, not pausing for even a second.
The sharp crack echoed down the hallway, just as the motion-sensor light flickered to life.
Lawrence staggered, staring at her like she’d broken his heart.
As if he was the one who’d been wronged.


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