“Maybe two shots,” Addison mumbles next to me. “Not one for dancing?” I question, focusing back on her. “I like the endorphins released from dancing. However, I am a self-conscious over-thinker.” She grabs the shots before the bartender has even finished setting them down and hands one to me. “Cheers to silencing the voice in our heads and enjoying the night.” I clink my glass to hers, glancing back to Jackson only to find him staring at me and freeze with the shot only an inch from my mouth.
