“I think I’m drunk,” I slurred, letting my head roll a little too comfortably against Ethan’s shoulder.
He chuckled, a low hum that vibrated against my ear. “Hmm?”
I pulled back just slightly, squinting up at him like I could glare the amusement right off his face. “Don’t ‘hmm?’ me. You know what you did.”
“Me?” He raised his brows, grinning like an i***t. “You’re the one who took the bottle and said ‘f**k it.’”
I huffed, pouting a little as I pushed at his chest half-heartedly. “You offered. That’s enabling.”
He caught my wrist mid-push, his fingers curling gently around it. Not tight, just firm enough that I felt the weight of it. “You didn’t seem like you wanted to say no.”
God, that smile. That calm, confident, I-know-exactly-how-much-I-affect-you smile. I wanted to smack it off
