“I’m sure I can handle way more alcohol than you, tiny.” He joked, keeping a firm hold on that body and slowly letting his hands trail down her back toward her ass. She wasn’t stopping him, anyway. All signs that he wasn’t reading this wrong at all.

“I’m not so sure. I haven’t seen you walk yet.” She pointed at him in the universal drunk air jab. Too goddamn adorable for words, and her mouth was most definitely getting closer to his, her body moving slowly toward ...