“It’s Booth,” he corrects me. “Booth. Not Brook. You keep calling me Brook.”
“Yeah. Okay. Brook Copster. Whatever you say.”
He chuckles and smirks again. “You’re s**t-faced. Congratulations. You’ve accomplished one hell of a party on your own, Harker.”
I look up at him from the sofa. Blink. Smile. “Do I win a prize, Brook? Maybe a kiss? Or another grip on my butt? What do you say?”
I think he rolls his eyes. No sure on my part since I had too much to drink.
“Yeah. I guess so.”
“Thanks, Brook.”
He shakes his head. Chuckles again. Leans over me and applies a kiss to my forehead.
“That’s all I get?” I ask disappointed, frown, sulk, lower shoulders, pout. “You can do better than that. You’re sexy as f**k. You should be all over me.”
“Not when you’re like this. Save it for another time
