Rhett’s POV

I asked her a question. She just kept staring at me with her eyes. She laughed softly like she knew she had crossed a line. Her hands were between my legs, which was not a thing but I did not push them away from my jeans at least not yet.

She was sober.

"I am a bit drunk but I know exactly what I am doing, " she said. "My senses and sight are still intact." She let out a sigh and let go of her grip between my legs. Then she leaned on the door frame like she was about to fall ...