**OLÍVIA’S POV**

I wrapped my arms around Gabe’s neck and tried to kiss him, but he didn’t let me, pulling his head back.

“Want to taste me, Olívia?”

I nodded innocently. Gabe handed me the whiskey bottle from the glass table, with a few drops of amber liquid left, and said in an authoritative tone, “Drink… and run your tongue where my mouth was.”

I opened my mouth, letting the remaining liquid fall onto my tongue, and grimaced at the bitter taste. I rarely drank ...