“Then why…why am I sober right now, and I still want this?” My voice cracks, betraying me. “Why?” His eyes open, and my gaze bores into his, pleading for something I can’t name. “Jeremy,” I whisper. He blinks rapidly. “I…” “Jeremy.” Pinching his chin, I tip his head back. He gulps—loudly—just as I swoop down, dancing my lips off his in a featherlight kiss. A thing of nerves really.
