“Because I’m as drunk as I was then, and we’re alone.”
She idly bites down on her lip. I can feel the moment the atmosphere in the room changes.
“Yeah. I’ve thought about it too.”
“About which part?”
She drinks the last sip of her wine until the last drop. “That we’re alone.”
She hands me the glass and I place it on the floor.
“What about it us being alone?” I continue.
I want to kiss her so f*****g bad, because she’s so f*****g close and she smells unbelievable.
“What about it?” she answers, taking another step forward until her knees hit the edge of the bed. And they’re dangerously close to my crotch.
But I know I can’t be the one who makes the first move today. It was always me who kissed her, and my ego wants her to need it so much she can’t stop herself.
I can tell she’s som
