Ashton’s POV
What. The. f***k?
I watch a vey drunk Luna as she zig zags her way into my living room, her balance completely shot, how much did she have to drink tonight? She barely stays on her feet for three steps before she trips right over the edge of the couch and falls face first into the plush cushions.
‘f***k!
I hurriedly shut the front door, flicking the lock before rushing into the room after her. I reach the couch just as she pushes herself upright, a wild mess as she giggles uncontrollably, her eyes unfocused. I try not to laugh as I look down at her, damn, she’s a cute drunk.
‘I fell again’ she tells me, grinning widely, waving her hands erratically.
‘Again’ I repeat, my brow furrowing slightly.
Luna nods solemnly, pointing a swaying hand toward the front door. ‘Outside,
