Another blast of wind roars across the deck, and the bottle of wine falls and rolls across it.
Riggs lunges, grabs it, and scowls. "Having fun?"
"Oops." I giggle, finding his angry face humorous.
"What's so entertaining?" he seethes.
"You," I state, then finish the wine in my glass.
He studies me, the wind gusts again, blowing his hair to one side, and everything about it makes me laugh harder.
It only irritates him. He snarls, "Want to expand on that?"
"Not really," I say, then put my feet on the ground. I try to get up, but my balance is bad, and I slip.
Riggs grabs me.
"Sorry." I giggle again, pressing my palm against his chest. I add, "You have nice pecs."
His eyes narrow. "You're drunk."
"Nope!"
"Yes, you are," he insists, his voice full of disgust.
I tilt my head, grinning at him. "Prove it."
His jaw twitches. He slides his arm around my waist and leads me inside.
"I can walk," I cry out.
He stays silent, putting the wine bottle on the counter as we pass it, and leads me down the hallway.
"You passed the bedroom," I point out.
He doesn't respond, continuing to move me down the hall.
I lean closer, wiggling my eyebrows. "Let me guess, you have a playroom here too?"
More silence ensues as we get closer to the last door.
I slur, "Are you going to bend me over and do what you did to your girlfriend? I'm sure you loved sticking your fingers up her."
He opens the door to another bedroom.
"Where're the toys?" I tease.
He takes me to the bathroom, turns on the shower, and pushes me into it.
Cold water hits me. "Riggs!" I scream.
His blues turn to flames. He fumes, "You want to act like your drunk mother, do it somewhere else!" He spins, steps out of the bathroom, and slams the door.
I step out of the shower and grab a towel, my teeth already chattering. I open the bathroom door and try to follow him, but the bedroom door won't open.
"Riggs!" I shout, slamming my fists on the door.
But it's useless. Just like the entire day, he never answers. And once again, I'm all alone, with no one to decipher any of my confusion, frustration, or pain. Only this time, I'm confined to the bedroom suite, intoxicated, and wondering if he's ever going to let me out.