“This isn’t a date,” I whispered, leaning close in case someone overheard us. Nicole inched closer still, her gentle exhale brushing my face. A soft smile quivered on her lips. “Let’s just pretend you’re mine tonight. Wouldn’t it be nice not to share for once? To have someone all for yourself and not spread between two others?” She passed me the shot glass and waited for me to respond before she continued. I fought the urge to set her straight. In all honesty, I would share Adelaide with a million men if it meant I got to have a sliver of her time.
