here’s a sneak peak of my next book.
TW: drunk person
"It usually takes you more than a couple of damn shots to get drunk", his face was only inches from Enea's.
"Don't lie to me, Enea, nem tente", he spat out, his voice being almost venomous.
[ "don't even try to" ]
Enea felt his heart crack. He wanted to ask him to stay, to promise that he would never get tipsy again and to caress his trembling hands until they stopped shaking.
He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. William gave him one last empty glance before walking towards the front door.
"Will, please..", Enea muttered.
A single tear ran down his cheek,
“stay".
The door slammed shut.