BECKETT
"You have a lipstick on your lips," Matthews giggle beside me, throwing a slap on my shoulder making me almost throw him out of this place.
I pour myself a whiskey and couldn't help but to hide my smirk. " Shut up."
His grin was wide, too wide, like he was trying to prove something. I shot him a look, but he just raised his hands in mock surrender.
“Give a guy some space, yeah?” I muttered, rubbing the back of my neck. My skin felt too tight, like I was still processing what just went down. My lips still tingled, and I caught myself brushing my thumb over them
“Hey, don’t blame me,” Matthews said, leaning in closer like he was sharing a secret. “You’re the one who came back looking like you just had a hot, sizzling make out session with---shit."
He stop talking as soon a
