Kina
I had too much wine. I wasn’t very good with alcohol as a rule. I was classified as a cheap date because it took almost no effort to get me drunk. Apart from the very occasional nights out that I had with Lacey, I barely touched alcohol.
Which meant that after my third glass of wine at Edge, I was feeling very well lubricated. I felt like my veins were filled with bubbles, my head was light and airy, and Jacob was attractive to me in every way. And I had forgotten why it was a bad idea to be with him. That should have been enough to let me know I’d had too much.
Jacob kept touching me at dinner. Whether he touched my arm because he was laughing at a joke, touching my shoulder to draw attention, or sneaking touches underneath the tablecloth, Jacob was very aware of my body and how c
