Nudging her nose with mine, I kissed the edge of her mouth as she let out a harsh breath. “We need to talk, Dylan. I need to tell you what was going on. I don’t want you to think—” “We’ll figure out what to do,” I murmured and kissed her cheek. “What do you—” “Are you drunk?” “What? No. You need to listen to—” “Then kiss me, Zoe.”
