Chapter 34

I pull her into me by the lapels with a sharp tug, head on how much I want to explore that option, while also hating myself for it. We collide softly, her palms coming to my chest and stirring more heat and hardness in my pants that alerts me to how close I am to just kissing her, right here; blinkered for a moment that this is

my

Sophie, with the longing taking control. The vodka has hit me full whack, and I am screwed if this is how tonight is going to go. Maybe I should stick to water, or I might end up doing something I will eternally regret.

Sophie undermines all my control, makes my head blur out all my morals and think about crossing lines I shouldn’t be crossing. I linger for a moment, torn about how bad it would be, how wrong to just say fuck it and take her here, right now, over the couch. To throw all caution to the wind, give in to the side of me who wants her badly and not care about the outcome or the ex-girlfriend, who lately has not exactly been a