“I pulled most of ’em out last winter,” he said. “Started boxing, and they aren’t so good for that.”
Huh. I didn’t know what to say about that. My eyes caught on the ring he’d left on the lower left side of his lip. I wondered how it would feel if I kissed him there, maybe sucked it into my mouth. I’d tug on it with my teeth and then attack the rest of his—
“You’re cute when you’re drunk,” he said, startling me.
“I’m not drunk,” I told him, indignant. “I’m buzzed. Perfectly okay … just … happy.”
He laughed, then leaned over to whisper in my ear.
“Get much happier, you’re gonna pass out. Then imagine what I could do to you.”
That was pretty funny, and I found myself giggling harder.
“Are you flirting with me?” I asked, feeling daring. I’d been trying to figure him out all day. Why ha
