“She thought you were quite handsome too.” “I think you did as well.” “Because you are. I mean, have you seen yourself?” I smile. “Okay, now I know you’re drunk.” “I can be drunk and think you’re hot, Hunter.” Ollie comes to a dead stop on the sidewalk. “Oh my God. Did I say that out loud?” “It’s fine.” I grab his hand and try to drag him to the car, but for a drunk person, he’s surprisingly strong. “I really shouldn’t think about your abs. I know you have them. I felt them. And those tree-cutting arms. So strong.”
