By the time I left my dorm room I was already more than a little bit tipsy. Molly had to keep hold of my arm on the way over to the bar to stop me from swaying as we walked. I would normally feel guilty for being in this kind of state so early in the evening but this was all Ezra’s fault. If anyone should feel guilty then it was him, not me.
Molly had convinced me that I shouldn’t hold my past experiences against Ezra, or maybe that was just the alcohol. Either way, it didn’t mean that I was going to accept him without a fight. If he wanted to get into my pants then he was going to have to prove himself to me first. The thought of Ezra fighting for my attention made me giggle loudly.
“I really shouldn’t have let you drink so much,” Molly mumbled under her breath. I don’t think she thou
