“Is it good?” Ken questions. “It’s…strong.” I slip off his jacket because I’m feeling pretty warm now. “Want some?” He shakes his head. “Nah. I’m drinking beer. Can’t mix the two.” “Oh.” That’s when it occurs to me. “But I just took a sip of your beer before. Will—” He places his finger to my lips, silencing me. “Aspen.” “Yeah?” I answer, my head suddenly feeling ten times lighter than it did a moment ago. “Just relax.”
