Three hours and too many margaritas later, Rosa dropped Carmen off at Liam’s house. She should’ve called first, but if she did, she would’ve lost her nerve. Her liquid courage would only last so long.
He answered her knock wearing a pair of sweatpants and nothing else. She sighed.
“Hi. What are you doing here?”
She pushed past him and said, “I want to sleep with you. Do different stuff.”
“Are you drunk?”
She squinted and held up her finger and thumb, barely spaced. “Maybe a little. But I know what I’m saying. The margaritas are just helping me say it.”
“Say what?” He closed and locked the door.
She closed her eyes and blurted. “I don’t want to be boring in bed. I don’t want you to be afraid of doing things with me like you have to protect me or something.”
“Are you saying I’m borin
