The alcohol hit me faster than I expected.
What had started as subtle touches, fleeting yet intense glances, and a few teasing remarks quickly escalated.
“I feel dizzy,” I admitted as Lean traced gentle patterns on the palm of my hand. “Don’t you?”
Maybe it was just my imagination, but despite having downed twice as many shots as I had, the twins seemed completely unaffected.
“Do you want to rest, beautiful?” Kael asked, sitting even closer. Not only did I feel the comforting warmth of his skin near mine, but also the intoxicating scent of his cologne.
“My apartment is a wreck,” I sighed, the memory of that awful incident creeping back in, even through the haze of tequila. “I don’t even have pillows.”
“We can go to a hotel,” Lean suggested, his hand still holding mine, his fingers se
