“I need you to sleep with me,” she blurted out. “What?” “I said I need you to—” “No, I heard you.” “Then why did you say what?” “Because even though I heard you, it just seemed so damn ridiculous.” I raised an eyebrow. “Are you drunk?” “Nope, and I’m thinking straight for the first time in a while.” “And thinking straight means wanting to sleep with me?” “Yes.” I kept my eyebrow raised. “Are you drunk?” I repeated, and she began to blush. “No, Jackson. Come on, I’m serious.” I leaned against the wall and crossed my arms. “Who pissed you off?”
