Jonah plopped down on the bed in his hotel suite, enjoying the cool, crispness of the sheets. The buzz of alcohol left the room swaying when he closed his eyes. He knew he should have stopped after the eighth shot. It was Theo who talked him into hitting another bar once they finished the set at Midnight Blues.
He couldn't place all the blame on his brother or the few friends they ran into. Seeing Ally tonight made it easier to kick back each shot, especially when the thought of her dancing played through his mind.
Damn.
As if she wasn't beautiful enough the last time he saw her, the last six years had molded her into a knockout. She was five-foot-five inches of mouth-watering lips, curvaceous hips, and legs that stretched forever.
What he wouldn't give to feel those legs wrapped aroun
