Chapter 58

“I think I’m too drunk,” I giggle, sloshing my drink over the glass, barely missing our shoes. He frowns at where it went before a smile breaks across that charming face.

How the hell did that happen?

“I think you’re right, lightweight; I forgot how intolerant you are to liquor.” He carefully takes the glass from me and places it on the bar as I sway. I can’t help but watch how his upper arm bulges when he bends it.

Why does he have to be so muscly and hunky?

He always buys fitted clothes, which only adds to the effect, and it’s soul-destroying. He should wear sacks from now on; maybe that would help. I can picture him in a sack; it’s still a turn-on, which alarms me. Life isn’t fair in any way.

“Dance with me, Jake,” I slur, my flirty female voice sounding bold.

Who said that? I think that was my voice, wasn’t it? Damn, maybe.

By the way he smiled at me in response, it was. I feel merry. I like being merry; it’s kind of light and warm. I’m