I watch how he casually wets his lips, then takes a sip of my drink. I should set boundaries, tell him he can’t do this anymore. He can’t treat me like I’m his for the taking, giving me this flirtatious look and igniting something in my body that I’d hidden away with so much effort. But instead, I let him, watching his Adam’s apple softly bob as he slugs the liquor down his throat.
