Athena's doctor instincts kicked in as she watched Ewan hyperventilate the more, as he squeezed her sides so tightly that she lost her breath for a second.
What should she do?
Her brain ran frantically with millions of thoughts. How long could Ewan last like this?
She didn't want an unconscious fellow in her hands tonight. She was barely sober herself!
She picked up her phone again, and tried to reach the doormen downstairs, hoping fervently that they hadn't slept off.
But the calls kept ringing without an answer.
Had they shut down the elevator thinking that Ewan was spending the night at her place,, considering it was morning already?
The more the thought took root, the harder she tried reaching the doormen.
So far, none was picking her calls.
Athena was so frustrated.
Throwing caution to the wind, she deftly freed herself from Ewan's tight grip, shifted away, and looked at him keenly.
