“Sure, you are. The second I let go, you’ll facepalm the deck. I’m all that’s keeping you upright.” He joked with her. Her hair was just under his chin and smelled like tropical fruit, and her, and made him want to taste her all the more.

“I’m sure I wouldn’t … You’re exaggerating my drunkenness.” She purred demurely, turning in his arms and giving him a gentle chest shove. “Let me go and see.” She challenged him, and that inner boy of his lifted his hands ...