Cade:
I should’ve pulled back sooner. Hell, I should’ve never let it get that far. Sitting here, shoulder brushing hers, her voice all soft edges and cracked honesty—it was too much, too close, too easy to forget every reason why I needed to keep my hands to myself.
Her words had cracked something in me.
Not supposed to want this.
Like I hadn’t been fighting that very same truth since the first night that she came back here.
I watched her tip the last of her beer back, throat working as she swallowed. My gaze lingered a beat too long, and I had to force myself to look away, stare at the empty bottle dangling from my fingers instead of the curve of her mouth.
The problem was, the alcohol had loosened her, but it had loosened me, too. I wasn’t drunk, not really. Just…unsteady. The kin
