I tried not to smirk at the waitress as her expression cooled considerably. “A bottle of water,” I answered.
Trenton gave me a look. “Just water? You can have anything you want, you know.”
I nodded. “I know.” I looked up at the girl. “Just a bottle of water for me, please.”
She gave me a, can’t hold your liquor, huh smirk. I stared back and she walked away to bring our drinks.
Trenton waited until she’d come back with the two bottles before he said anything. He watched me unscrew the cap and take a long drink before he spoke. “You know you can have anything you want when you’re with me,” he commented.
“Thanks.”
“I’m serious.”
“So am I. Thank you.”
He gestured with his beer bottle to my water. “Why water? Don’t you drink?”
“Sometimes.”
He shrugged questioningly.
“Someone has to
