They reached the table that held the drinks and Scotty scanned the array of liquor before smirking at her. "Are you old enough to drink?"
Surprised at the question she stuttered. "Well … no."
"How old are you?"
"Seventeen. But I'll be eighteen in a few months … " she blushed, wondering why she had said that.
"I think you better stick with soda."
She c****d her head at him, not wanting him to think that she still needed his protection. "Well for your information I've already had a drink tonight. Thank you very much."
"Oh?"
"Yes."
He rubbed his goatee and her eyes fell on his lips and the hair of his chin and she wished that it was her fingers touching him.
"And who's driving?" he continued.
Vanessa pulled her eyes from his stroking fingers and quickly scanned the room. She point
