The drive back to the house was quiet and the tension in the car with me driving and Keith sitting next to me was thick. Keith looked out of the car window while I drove peacefully and looked at GPS for now and then for the road direction. I had decided as he was drunk and not in a position to drive, I would just drive him to his penthouse and then come back to my hostel calling a cab.

It was already half-past two in the morning as I drove off between the woods. I looked at Keith to find his hand resting on his forehead and he looked out of the window. I wasn't sure if he was asleep or still conscious, so I concentrated more on the road and silently drove back. Before we started the journey, I had asked him to fix the direction to his house and thankfully he did that and it was how I came to know about the place where he lived.

I had to park the car outside of the building. A building named 'Oceania complex' which screamed status and money. As I got out looking at the tall Corinthian building, that stood at massive feet tall and it was plain obvious that only a single flat in it would cost millions. I sighed as I closed the door shut. What else can I expect from the Devlins?

The guard came running to us and looked inside to find Keith sleeping and then at me. "I drove him back here to his penthouse and I'm act-"

"I already know you, ma'am," the old security guard smiled at me and I tilted my head to the side. "You can accompany him to his floor. I will park the car in the parking and then I will come and hand over the keys to you," he said as I looked back at Keith. "Alright, thank you," I said and made my way towards Keith's side. As soon as I opened the door, he fell out, and squealing I held his head stopping him from falling, right at time, seconds before he smashed his head open on the hard floor.

The guard helped me carrying him out and I wrapped his hand over my shoulder, as I supported him to stand and together we walked towards the lift, where the guard helped me by pressing the button to his floor and I said a quiet thank you; as I guided a drunk, Keith inside the lift. He was quiet and dangled next to me and I saw him closing his eyes and opening them multiple times before the lift pinged open on his floor and I had to drag him with him. He was heavy and I found my breath coming out in shorts as I began to feel tired from dragging him around for the last three hours.

"Keith, we are right before your flat," I said as I stood right before, Devlin 423, and looked back at him for the keys.

"Give me the keys," I told him and all he did was murmur something which I couldn't really understand and finally I sighed feeling irritated. I had no option left other than to check for the keys all by myself and even though I didn't really like what I was doing; feeling awkward I roamed my hand on his pant pockets and finally fished out a card. As soon as I swiped the card, the door pinged open and I took a sigh of relief as I walked both of us inside and then searched for his room. I carried him to his room but before I could help him on his bed, he crunched down and left my side as he plopped on the bed on his sides.

"Keith, are you alright?" I asked as I looked at him and he turned around facing the ceiling and opened his eyes to look at me.

"Ummm," he nodded and I bent down to get rid of his glasses and watch. I kept it on the nightstand and turned around to leave.

"Stay here. It's too late for you to go back home," I heard him and as I looked back at him, he was already asleep. I took my chance to close the door and then walked out of his living room where I saw the guard standing at the door with the keys in his hand.

"Here you go," he said as he handed me the keys and I smiled at I took it from him and spoke to him "Can you get me a cab to get back to my home?" I asked and he looked at me and said; "I think, it too late and cab is not really a good idea."

'If you want I can drive you back," the old guard said and I shook my head. "No, its alright," I told him and he nodded at me as he turned around and left and I closed the door shut and looked around the flat "Might I have to spend the night here," I mumbled as I played with the keys in my hand and then kept in on a table before I walked to the couch.

The flat was really nice but the colors used were so dark. It was grey and masculine. But only because of the lights used in correct places, the color actually popped out and it was really nice but not what I would actually choose. The Curtains were pulled over and I found myself walking towards the curtain and I pulled it open only to gasp at the sight. I could literally see the whole town from that height, as I stared at the beautiful night city from the glass door. The view was amazing.

The clock read four in the morning and I made my way towards the couch and laid down on it thinking to rest for a while and I didn't even realise when sleep took over me and I fell in deep sleep laying on that hard couch.

I heard some zipping sound and my eyes fluttered open as I looked around thinking where I was and then I remembered. Last night's event came flooding back in my mind and I sat up and looked around to find Keith closing the curtains close. The ray of sunlight that was hitting my face went away as soon as he did that. The time read eight in the morning and my eyes widened as I jumped on my feet and thinking that I was late for the lecture.

"What are you doing?" I heard and looked back at him to find him in a white vest and track pants as the glasses were back on his eyes and he looked at me confused while I combed my hair using my finger.

"Heading back hostel. I have classes," I told him and he knotted his eyebrows "When is your classes?" he asked and I looked at my wrist watch "Ten," I said and he nodded.

"It's only eight, we have two more hours left. Come, have breakfast," he walked towards the open kitchen, and then he spoke up "You can go freshen up. I have an extra brush in my bathroom."

I nodded my head no and realised he couldn't really see me so, I spoke up and told him that it was alright and I wanted to leave but all he did was stare back at me which meant he left no room for a no and headed back to the kitchen where I saw him beating the eggs. I took the time to look at his appearance. He looked fresh and his hair was wet and disheveled. It looked like he was totally out of last night's drunken state and was truly sober.

So, I turned back for the bathroom to freshen up and as he had told me I found the extra brush and took it out but then as soon as I looked at myself in the mirror, my eyes fell on my lips and the smudged lipstick made me remember something. I put my hand on my mouth and screamed recalling last night's incident. A muffled scream escaped my mouth as I looked at my lips.

"The kiss," a horrific yell escaped my mouth, as I remembered the accidental kiss.