Zoe’s head was actually spinning a little bit, and it occurred to her that she was way out of practice at drinking the hard stuff. Throw in some serious sleep-deprivation, exhaustion from her long drive, and the fact that she hadn’t eaten much over the past few days, and you were left with a slight buzz from one hit of damn-near pure alcohol. She shook her head, tried to clear it.
“You really alright?” Scars asked her, his voice gentle now.
“Yes.” Her tongue felt huge in her mouth, and she tried again. “I am.”
He gazed at her, saw that the tears had stopped. He nodded once more, then abruptly and without a word, he sat down next to her. Her immediate instinct was to lean forward, to just sink into his massive chest, but she kicked that down. Hard.
“So.” Scars shifted that body a bit o
