Mar 29, 2020
THERE IS a bottle of whiskey on her table, and it feels like the first time they’d met. It’s almost empty by now, the two of them curled in chairs, spilling drunken secrets while going shot for shot. It was romantic in its own way, and she was a fool for indulging it. Genevieve knew better, but it was just so damned hard to say no to someone, to something you’d already fallen for. Her grin was warm and lazy, leaning forward as elbow met the table, allowing palm to catch her chin. “You can sleep on the couch, if you’d rather not stumble home.” She wanted him there, close, safe. Maybe, she also wanted him to make a move, but instead she played it chaste, and safe.
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