The sofa was long enough that there was no reason for him to be so close, but there were barely inches between them. She took another sip and tried to return it, but he refused to take it, watching her like a curious cat before it springs.
“You’re going to regret this if I start crying.” She could already feel the alcohol in her face. “I get emotional when I’m drunk.”
His eyebrows furrowed. “Is there a reason to cry?”
She looked down, rubbing her thumb over the etched pattern on the decanter. “There’s always a reason.”
Kaine shifted, rubbing his shoulders against the sofa like a cat marking its territory. His eyes fluttered shut as he moaned. “I never realised how much I enjoy leaning against things.”
“Should I give you and the sofa some privacy?” she asked, trying to scoot farther in
