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He shrugs and carefully measures out a teaspoon of rum and drinks it down Then he raises his eyebrows at me

“Are you forgetting you were in that car with me?”

Fuck

I reluctantly drink, wincing as the whiskey burns my throat

“I should’ve suggested basketball,” he grins “Just to see if you’d shoot the ball through ht?”

I wish I could wipe that smirk off his face

“I’ve never … kissed Adam Jenkins”

I glare at his

“Hey, I’ame, not me”

“Oh, you’re playing the garumble

“Have you ever wanted to kiss me?”

Yes

But I can’t adh I realize he knows

I look hi when he shifts closer to ers inh me

“Thenabout that?”

Fuck

I s,as he leans closer, until his lips are alers tiltingother than hi He pulls back and gently strokes lances down at hs

“I’d say about a teaspoon left? I guess thaton the floor,” he teases, his eyes sparkling

“What?” Mythat question”

“Did you answer?”

Well fuck

I narrow my eyes at him I can’t believe he just played me

“You kissed me just to win that,” I accuse him

He raises his eyebrows

“Or ame was just an excuse to kiss you”

I stare at hi his hand beneathmy neck I tense as he presses hisure out what he’s thinking A the spark, or does he feel it too? His hand creeps underneath the bottoasp, placing h, until—

I freeze, chuckling when his phone pings

He sighs, resting his head against azes into my eyes