The room spun slowly as Zack looked down at Bella. Her words hung in the air between them, thick and heavy.

For a long moment, he just stared at her, his alcohol-clouded mind struggling to process her words.

Bella’s eyes were dark and serious, and her lips were slightly parted.

“Wait… Bella, you’re drunk—” Zack started, his voice filled with concern.

Before he could finish, Bella pressed herself against him, crashing her lips onto his in a desperate, hungry kiss.

Her hands ...