Their lips met in a frenzy.
Their bodies curved toward each other, mouths colliding with urgency. Nathan placed his hand around her neck to hold her in place, and then pulled back.
Rosie’s eyes were glassy and confused when she looked at him. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t think we should be doing this,” he said.
She touched his hand and leaned close, her eyes flickering to his lips. “Why not?”
“Why not?” He c****d his head at her. “Rosie, you said you don’t sleep with the same people twice.”
She groaned. “Yes, I did say that.”
“So, I don’t think we should be doing this anyways.” He started to pull away and she grabbed his hand, fueled by the alcohol.
“What if I tell you that I like f*****g you?” She whispered sultrily, edging her body closer. “Would that settle this between us?”
“So wh
