Avery smiled and kissed him. The kiss was slow but passionate. Carson might be drunk but he felt something else when they kissed. His hand traveled to her back while one of her hands were already at the back of his neck.

He pulled her closer and her grip tightened. He could feel his body get excited and anticipate more but he also knew he needed to stop. When he moved away, he saw tears falling from her cheeks. He paused and wiped those tears.

“What’s the ...