So Wrong. Part 3

I’m just horny, I told myself. And I’d been drinking. And I was a touch lonely lately, especially since things with Sam hadn’t panned out.

“I asked how things were going with ... what’s his name? Sam?”

I looked down at my chipped nails and hated having to admit to another failed relationship, especially to someone who always seemed to find amusement when they happened. “We broke up.”

I peeked up and was surprised by his expression. It wasn’t amused or teasing or anything, really. It was kind of blank.

“Ugh, tough break,” was all Patrick said, and he didn’t appear like he was going to say more. Tipsy Patrick was much more likable.

I followed him into the kitchen with my empty teacup and deposited it in the sink, rubbing against his arm in the process. He was so warm, and his forearms looked so strong. I had a thing about forearms.

I turned to apologize and was caught in his stare. Never in my life had I seen such a sexually charged gaze in my life. He loo