The office welcome party had gone on much later than anyone expected. Music, laughter, and clinking glasses filled the restaurant until nearly everyone was drunk. Liam wasn’t sober, but he was far from gone; just warm, flushed, and perfectly in control of himself.

You had stayed by his side the whole evening, gradually sinking deeper into intoxication until your words slurred and your smile wouldn’t leave your face. Liam kept a quiet eye on you while helping gather everyone else, making sure they got taxis or rides home.

Once the last coworker waved goodbye, Liam exhaled and turned to you.

“Come on,” he murmured with a small, patient smile. “Let’s get you home.”

He slipped an arm around your waist to steady you, guiding your unsteady steps through the cool night air. You leaned into him instinctively, and he tightened his hold, half-carrying you across the parking lot.

When you reached his car, he opened the passenger door with one hand, still keeping you supported with the other.

“Careful,” he said softly, helping you lower yourself into the seat. “Watch your head.”