Page 43 of BounBound By Scars

“Jesus! Stop!” Zane hissed.

I snorted.

“Go to bed, Kabir. You’ve had enough to drink.”

I barely heard the muffled sounds of someone else walking into the lounge—but I was already closing my eyes.

A warmth spread across my cheek.

Fuck.

Had I slumped sideways onto the couch?

Was it warm because Zane had just vacated the spot?

Was I indirectly face-planted onto Zane’s ass?

“Yep.” A feminine voice. Amelia?

“Nope.” A grunt followed as arms wrapped around my shoulder. “Fucking help me, Lo.”

Suddenly I was upright.

“Jesus! You’re heavy when limp. Leo, get his phone!”

Oh, so it was the siblings.

“Where’s your huzzzband, Leooooora?” I slurred again.

“I’ve never seen him this drunk.” Leora said.

Where was my answer? Where was my boss?

“I have never seen him drunk… like, at all!”

I was sure Leora answered eventually. She was polite like that. But I had no recollection of the night after that.

The next time I opened my eyes, I was in my bed. Still in the clothes from last night, with a pounding headache.

Amelia

Clearly, Kabir’s drunken antics had gotten to him. I wasn’t up for another alcoholic man who needed support. I also didn’t believe Leora initially. She told me over breakfast—where, of course, Kabir was nowhere to be found—that he had been wasted out of his mind last night.

Not just tipsy. Gone. Slurring.

At first, I laughed it off. Kabir didn’t drink like that. It wasn’t his thing. But then Leora told me how he was mumbling my name, cussing out Sebastian, barely able to walk straight as Logan all but dragged him to his room.

And Logan? Oh, he made sure I knew.

Apparently, Kabir had strong feelings for me. Feelings worth explaining.

Sure.

I could give him a chance to explain.

What I couldn’t do was erase the memory of his rejection.

For years, he’d been so open with me—but he’d closed himself off recently. I knew where he studied, where his family lived, how his little sister, Kavya, recently completed her PhD in Medical Sexism and Bioethics.