Jill stared at the bottle in her hand wondering what exactly had happened here. In the last hour she"d gone from relaxed and ready to get laid, to scared and wondering if she"d be better off just going home. Better off staying away from Gizmo all together.
A shot of aching loss bolted through her chest at the thought of not seeing Gizmo again. It might be the safer plan, but she didn"t know if she could do it. Somehow, she already cared for him more than she"d planned. This was just supposed to be a fun fling.
"You sure you"re okay?" the new guy, the guy covered in tattoos asked her. She slowly looked up from the bottle to meet his gaze.
"I don"t know. A lot happened but I"m not hurt. No one is really hurt. At least not yet. I"d like to know what you"re going to do with that guy, but
