His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 21: She Kissed Me

Tyler's POV

Amara swayed on her feet, her eyes glazed over as she stared up at me with a lazy smile. I could smell the alcohol on her breath, mixed with the floral scent of her perfume.

Then, before I could process what was happening, she leaned in and pressed her lips against mine.

I froze.

What. The. Hell.

For a split second, I didn't move—too caught off guard to react. But the moment her hands gripped my shirt, I snapped out of my daze and immediately pulled away. I didn't shove her hard, just enough to put some distance between us.

"Amara, what are you doing?" My voice came out sharper than I intended, but she didn't seem to notice.

She blinked up at me, pouting. "What do you mean?"

I exhaled, running a hand through my hair. "You're drunk, Amara. That—that wasn't appropriate."

She tilted her head like she was trying to solve a puzzle. "Why?"

"Because you're not thinking straight," I said firmly. "And I'm not the kind of guy who takes advantage of someone who isn't in their right mind."

She stared at me, then suddenly asked, "Wait... does my mouth smell bad?"

I blinked. "What?"

She leaned closer, her drunken expression serious. "Is that why you didn't kiss me back?"

I sighed. "Amara, we're talking about the fact that you kissed me without my consent, and you're worried about your breath?"

"Well, yeah." She shrugged. "If it was any other guy, they would've kissed me back immediately. So, either I'm not attractive to you, or my breath stinks." She dramatically bowed her head, looking like a scolded child.

I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to control my patience. "It's neither of those things, Amara. I just told you—I don't take advantage of people when they're drunk. You're not in your right mind, and I don't want you waking up tomorrow regretting something you didn't mean to do."

She hummed like she was considering my words, then shrugged. "Fair point."

I shook my head and grabbed her wrist. "Come on, I'm taking you home."

"Nooooo," she groaned, dragging her feet. "I don't wanna go home. I wanna enjoy the party!"

"You can do that when you're sober," I said flatly, pulling her toward the exit.

"Pleaseeee, Tyler. Just one more shot?" She gave me the most exaggerated puppy-dog eyes I'd ever seen.

"Amara," I warned. "Do not even think about it. Taking another shot at this stage will do more harm than good. You're already unaware of your surroundings."

"I know my surroundings!" she protested. "I'm at a party!"

I arched a brow. "That's the most obvious thing you could say. The music and flashing lights make that pretty clear."

She huffed like a child.

"Now, let's go. And I'm not taking no for an answer."

Before she could protest again, I scooped her up in a bridal carry. She let out a surprised squeal, then giggled as she looped her arms around my neck. "Ooooh, strong," she murmured, poking my bicep.

I ignored her and carried her out of the party, weaving through the crowd. People stared, but I didn't care. I just needed to get her home before she did something even more reckless.

When we reached my car, I opened the backseat door and carefully placed her inside. She pouted again but didn't resist as I buckled her seatbelt.

"Stay here," I said firmly. "Do not move."

Amara gave a lazy salute. "Aye aye, Captain Taylor."

I sighed. She couldn't even say my name right.

I turned to leave but paused. "I'm serious, Amara. Don't move."

"I won't," she huffed, crossing her arms.

Satisfied—though still wary—I shut the door and jogged back inside. My phone. I must've left it at the bar when I was helping Amara.

I reached the bar and scanned the counter, but my phone wasn't there.

"Shit," I muttered.

I ran a hand through my hair, glancing around in frustration. I knew I left it here. Did someone take it? I couldn't even ask the bartender—there was no way he'd know who the phone belonged to.

I was about to give up and head back to the car when something caught my eye.

Amara.

Dancing.

Outside the car.

This chapt𝓮r is updat𝒆d by ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom.

I stared, completely dumbfounded.

I told her not to move!

Yet there she was, spinning around like a little maniac, laughing as if she didn't have a single care in the world.

"Oh, Amara," I muttered under my breath. "You're gonna get me in trouble."

Not only did she make me lose my phone, but now she was out here attracting attention.

I stalked toward her, irritation bubbling in my chest. "Amara!"

She turned at the sound of my voice, grinning. "Tyler!"

"I thought I told you not to leave the car."

She huffed. "I got bored. And I was looking for you."

"It doesn't look like you were looking for me," I said, eyeing the way she was twirling around.

"Meet my friend!" she suddenly chirped, pointing at a guy standing way too close to her.

I barely spared him a glance before grabbing Amara's hand. "Alright, time to go."

I started pulling her away, but something stopped me.

Or rather, someone.

The guy grabbed Amara's other wrist.

"She can speak for herself," he said, his voice laced with arrogance. "If she doesn't want to leave, she can stay."

I turned to him, my patience snapping. "Are you blind, or is your ugliness affecting your eyesight? Can't you see she's drunk?"

He smirked. "So? Who cares if she's drunk?"

My blood boiled. "You should be locked up for saying that," I growled. "But lucky for you, I don't have time to deal with scumbags like you. Now, let her go."

"And if I don't?" he taunted.

I didn't let him finish. My fist connected with his jaw, sending him stumbling back.

"I said let her go," I snapped, eyes burning with rage.

Gasps erupted from the crowd gathering around us. The guy touched his bleeding lip, then lunged at me. I was faster.

I ducked his punch and delivered another blow—this time to his ribs. He grunted in pain, staggering backward.

I grabbed his shirt, yanking him closer so our faces were inches apart. "Don't ever try to take advantage of someone who can't fight back," I snarled.

I shoved him away, and he crumpled to the ground, groaning.

People whispered, but I ignored them, turning to Amara.

She was giggling.

"That was awesome!" she squealed.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed her wrist, dragging her back to the car. "You're a handful, you know that?"

She just laughed, completely unbothered.

I buckled her in again, making damn sure the doors were locked this time before heading to the driver's seat.

Just as I was about to open the door, a voice called out—

"You must be looking for this."

I turned.

Logan.

Holding my phone.