“Not unless I’m also drunk,” he said, searching my eyes. “And you’re not just a girl to me.” Ugh. Why did he say things like that? “I’m only a little drunk. Your temper tantrum sobered me up some,” I said, feeling myself smile. His gaze softened. Our eyes remained locked as he cupped my face with his large hands. He got closer. My pulse raced in anticipation. He set his forehead on mine and shook his head. “I can’t,” he breathed. “Why?” I brought my hands up and wrapped them around his wrists. He groaned a sound that vibrated through me. “You’re making this really difficult.”
