Chapter 20Break seal.
I tried to focus my eyes on the tiny writing on the lid atop the bottle of iced tea. A sugar buzz from too much wedding cake, another kind from too much champagne, maybe the buzz from being next to the man of my dreams in the back of a limo, something made it difficult.
“Last night was giving into passion. I want this time and every time after to be about passion, too, Reddy, but not quick and not without promise and conscious intent.”
“Caffeine.” The mini fridge in the back of the Lucky Clover car was well stocked. I showed the bottle to Waz. “My third one. I’m completely compos mentis.”
“Spell it.”
“C-o-m-p-o-s m-e-n-t-i-s.”
Waz checked on his phone. “You are correct. Now, kiss me.”
Not that we’d waited for a sobriety check.
“And I promise,” I said, “my inte
