Chapter 12

Marie’s POV

Tristan drives with one hand on the wheel and the radio down low. Every time I sway slightly toward the door, he reaches over and steadies me by the shoulder.

“You’re being very well-behaved about this,” I tell him, or something close to that. The words are coming out softer around the edges than I mean them to.

“About what?”

“Driving drunk me home. Guys usually have opinions about drunk me.”

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