Chapter 51

He briefly regards me, downs his pint in one long glug, and slides out of his seat. I lift my wine as if to show him I’m in full agreement and try to down it too, almost choking halfway, but I make a great show of nearly emptying my glass without retching. He pulls me out of my seat after him and leads me with entangled fingers.

We don’t stop at the bar at all. Instead, he drags me out by the hand, looking very sexy and sophisticated in dark pants and a dark grey button-down with his trademark leather jacket of old. I’ve missed seeing it on him, my sexy bad boy. He looks crazily hot, and despite the sudden rush of booze hitting me in the brain and sending my legs to jelly when we hit fresh air, I want to rip his clothes off and let him have me right here in the street.

“Where to, beautiful?” He turns on me out in the quiet, dark air and for a second, I’m relieved to be in the quiet. The thought of a club is not so appealing now that I remember what silence sounds like. T