CLINT's POV.

There were tons of things I knew Keira was capable of doing, but coming to my house drunk at one a.m in the morning never made the list. I was expecting her, yes. I knew she would come.

I wanted her to come.

She reeked of alcohol and I wanted to get drunk off her, tear off the flimsy dress to shreds.

Keira's lips curved up in a seductive smile, still running her hands up and down my chest in a slow, murderous torture.

"Let us not do anything rash while you are ...