Jenessa's POV:
"Let's get you upstairs," Levi said. I was a bit tipsy after four rounds of beer pong.
"Let's dance," I stumbled a bit towards him.
"I don't think that's a good idea Jen, you're tipsy," he frowned.
I giggled, brushing off his concern. “Come on, Levi! Just one dance! What's the worst that could happen?” I swayed slightly on my feet, my laughter spilling into the air like happy bubbles.
“Jen, I really don’t think I should,” he replied, though his grip on my arm was gentle, almost reluctant. I could see the conflict in his eyes, like he was battling between being the responsible friend and wanting to join in on the fun.
“Just for a little bit,” I insisted, stepping closer and catching the scent of his cologne mixed with the faint aroma of beer. It was intoxicating in its
