When the designated driver arrived, Reese was still drunk. Blake gently helped her into the car. She wasn’t heavy, but she clung to his neck a bit too tightly, mumbling softly.

With a slight frown, Blake secured her in the seat and buckled her up. The driver asked for their destination.

Blake hesitated for a moment, then turned to Reese. “Where do you live? I’ll take you there.”

“I... don’t want... to go home... No...” In her drunken state, Reese struggled to open her eyes and asked, “Who are you?”

“I’m Blake. I’m here to take you home. What’s your address?”

When Reese heard his name, she visibly relaxed. His...