Chris scoffed, shooting her a sidelong glance. "With you?"
Evelyn fell silent.
Earlier that evening, Chris had been out welcoming a friend back from abroad. The party had gotten a bit out of hand, and he'd had one too many.
Now, his throat felt parched, and he was desperate for water.
Seeing him make his way towards the kitchen, Evelyn quickly grabbed a glass of honey water and offered it to him.
Chris eyed her suspiciously. Her sudden eagerness to please struck him as oddly out of character.
He took the drink and finished it, then wrapped his arm around her waist. "What details are we discussing?"
"We need to get our story straight. Don't mess it up. Hey... watch your step!" Evelyn stumbled along, pressed against him. Their legs kept bumping together, and she couldn't break free.
