Before I can say anything, the bartender brings me the water and I crack the seal, handing it to Gabi who swats it away. I dip down until my lips are to her ear. “You need to drink this or you’ll regret it.” My nose is in her hair, and fuck, she smells good—citrusy and earthy and like salty sweat. It’s from dancing, but my mind, the primal side of me, instantly attributes it to a different action. My breath tickles her neck as I speak to her, and she shivers, the reaction combined with her scent affecting me way more than it should. All of this is a terrible, horrible idea. She is way past
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