FLASHBACK
Two months ago
Care to prove it?
I chuckle in the darkness, moving my face slightly aside to evade his lips.
"Is that a challenge?"
"Mostly definitely. You want to chicken out?"
"No way. What do you want me to do?"
"Kiss me."
His whisper is hot. His husky voice plus the drunken slur makes him sound like a god, and I find my little, drunken self actually contemplating kissing him. What's the worst that could happen?
"Don't be shy." He mutters.
I raise my hand in the darkness until I find his face. My palm lingers on his chin, then I trace my way up his jawline to his cheek.
His face is covered with stubble. He hasn't shaved in a couple of days.
"This is not a good idea." I whisper as I try to ignore how hot his body feels beneath me. "I'll wake up in the morning an
