Authors: Katie McCoy
“Is
it?” He groaned even louder and slammed the rest of his drink.
“Fuck, I need more whiskey. Want something?”
I
bit my lip and looked at my empty glass. “I shouldn’t.”
“Why?
Are you driving?”
“No.”
“Are
you married?”
“No.”
“Are
you worried I’m going to get you drunk and drag you into a
closet for round two?”
I
smiled as my heart skipped a beat. “Maybe.”
He
leaned in closer, so close I felt his breath on my lips. “Good.”