A bartender places a full glass of whiskey in front of Julian, and I snatch it before he has a chance to take a sip. I manage a single swallow before handing it back to him with a cough. “That’s disgusting.” That’s what you get for stealing Julian’s drink. “To you.” Julian places his mouth right over the stain my lipstick left behind and takes a sip. My stomach muscles clench as he smears half the mark in the process. It’s the closest his lips have been to mine since college, and it makes my body buzz in the same way.
