I grabbed the half-full bottle of vodka from my trunk and sat down on the hood of my car. Adamo leaned beside me. After a swig from the bottle, I handed it to him. Our shoulders brushed and my body reacted with a flood of sensations, most prominent and surprising: desire. I swallowed. Adamo held the bottle out to me. I took it and downed an even longer swig. “Vodka is starting to grow on me. Maybe I have a thing for Russian delicacies.” I tilted my head toward him. “They are the best.” “I need proof.” Adamo cupped my neck, startling me and pressed his lips to mine.
hot.
