Mason's POV
I stared at her with desire-filled eyes. I understood what she was suggesting but I was still apprehensive. It felt like she only wanted me when she was drunk. If she sobered up right now, she would deny and ignore me once again. I didn't want that. I wanted her to be honest with me about how she felt. I gently caressed her exposed thigh with my thumb and she sucked in a sharp breath.
"Are you suggesting what I think you are?" I asked my hands, continuing their slow and torturous caresses which started inching towards her underwear. Her breath came out in low pants as she wrapped her legs around my waist.
"I might be," she panted.
"You are drunk Lexi. I don't want you changing your mind later," I replied.
She shook her head. "You don't have to worry about that," she slowl
