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Ryan could barely wait long enough for the server to get them a box and run his card before ushering Bella out of there. He was vaguely aware of the fact that she’d been drinking, but she didn’t stumble and didn’t act like she was at all affected by the alcohol.
When they got outside, the slap of cold air was enough to make him stop. It didn’t matter if she was drunk. She had two, maybe three, glasses of wine. He’d slept with women who’d been drinking before, but only when they were women he’d slept with before and they talked about s*x before drinks were involved. He didn’t like the idea of Bella or any woman feeling pressured.
Bella snuggled against his side and slid her hand up his chest. He grabbed her hand and pulled her to the side of the sidewalk, out of the flow of the light
