Page 123 of Unsuitable

“Shit,” I mutter. Then, I quickly make my way through our apartment and to the front door.

Reaching it, I inch up onto my tiptoes and look through the peephole just to be sure. And, yep, Kas is on the other side of my door.

Bracing myself, I unlock the door and pull it open.

I smell the alcohol on him first. Then, I notice he’s still in the clothes he was wearing earlier.

“Daisy,” he slurs. It comes out sounding like Duh-easy. He steps through the open doorway and practically falls on top of me.

“Jesus, Kas.” It takes all my strength to hold him up.

His hands grab around my waist as he buries his nose in my hair. “You smell so fucking good,” he murmurs into my hair. “I don’t deserve you, but you smell so fucking good.”

He’s really drunk. Reaching out my leg, I kick the front door shut.

Taking ahold of his hands on my waist, I peel them off and step back, still holding his hands because I’m worried he might fall over. I stare into his face. His eyes are half-shut and glazed.

“Let’s get you to sit down, and I’ll make coffee.”

“Don’t want coffee.” He frowns. “Just want you.”

He wants me.

My heart lurches.

He’s drunk, Daisy. Drunk people often say things they don’t mean.

He lurches forward again, and I catch hold of him. His head falls to my shoulder, his forehead pressing to my bare skin. I feel his body tremble.

“I never wanted you to know.” His words are soft but choked.

Then, I feel wetness on my skin.

Tears.

Jesus, fuck.

I feel sick.

“I’m so sorry, Kas. So sorry.” Tears blur my eyes. I press my hand to the back of his head, holding him to me, as I wrap my other arm around him.

His face slides into the hollow of my neck, his even breaths hot against my skin.

“It was my fault,” he mumbles. “If I’d been stronger…fought harder…she’d still be alive.”

Haley.

Pain clamps down on my chest and twists my gut.

I squeeze my eyes shut, fighting tears. “Shh…” I soothe, running my hand over his head. “It’s going to be okay, Kas. Everything’s going to be okay.”

“It’s already too late,” he says, his lips brushing against my skin.

“Too late?” I whisper.

“For Haley…and for me.”

What do I say?