Wren POV
An Adonis of a man is standing in front of me. He is giving me a toothy smile, and I am doing my best not to look drunk. I try not to sway on my feet while Sophie explains the logistics of a body shot to me.
"Lick, drink, lime," I repeat, and Sophie smiles evilly. The bartender hands me my shot and the lime, but Mr. Adonis takes the lime and puts it between his lips. I giggle before wrapping my hand around his head. I pull him down to me and drag my tongue along the skin of his neck. He groans behind the lime in his mouth. Tipping back the shot, I swallow the contents and turn to take the lime from his mouth, but it is gone. In fact, he is gone.
Destin has him slammed against the bar, but Mr. Adonis doesn't look phased. There is a grin on his perfectly shaped lips.
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