Instead of answering me, she narrows her eyes. “Why aren’t we friends?” The way her words slur tells me she’s drunk as fuck. My eyebrow lifts. “Because you drew a line between us.” “I did?” Confusion mars her forehead as she leans closer to me, resting her shoulder against the couch. “So it’s not because you don’t like me?” Baby, like is the understatement of the fucking century. You have no idea what you do to me.
