"Saw me kiss who, your brother or the college guy?" I asked innocently as his face darkened.
"You're not funny."
"I'm not laughing. But then why do you even care who I kiss? Why did you stop me from going home with the college guy?" I demanded as he leaned forward, his face dangerously close to mine.
"What was his name, this college guy?"
I shrugged.
"How am I meant to know? I didn't get a chance to ask." I snapped, and he frowned.
"So you didn't even know his name, but you contemplated going home with him?"
Damn.
I sucked in my breath when I realized what he was getting at.
"That's not you is it, the girl who had her first kiss last night after her firstrealdate. That's why I stopped you."
I turned to look at him then, and I spoke softly.
"It wasn'treal, though, was it Bailey? The date, the kiss. It was abet."I stared at the floor as he tilted my head back to see tears in my eyes.
"Yes, itwasreal! I don't do dates. So how could that kiss not be real?"
His mouth was so close to mine now that I had to fight the urge to kiss him. He moved closer to me before pulling away, leaving me gaping at him.
"What? Whatwasthat? God Bailey, you are infuriating." I pulled my phone out of my pocket to see a text from Ray asking where I was. I replied that I was home and slid my phone away. Bailey watched me before he spoke.
"Are you sober yet?"
"Why? Want to get rid of me already?" I retorted as I sipped more coffee.
"No, because I don't want to take advantage of a drunk girl. I'm not that guy."
"Takeadvantage? Like I want to doanythingwith you." I resisted the urge to roll my eyes as he moved closer to me, my heart racing.
"I've been a dick. I should have told you about the bet. But I have watched you kiss two guys today, get drunk, and hear you call me more names than I care to repeat. All I want to do is kiss you and for you to know Iwantto, so much. But not when you are angry and drunk."
I blinked away the tears.
"I don't want you to kiss me anyway." I shrugged.
"No?" A smile played on his lips.
Even his voice made me feel weak, and I cursed the whiskey for making me even be in his presence.
"Your brother kisses better than you."
Take that.
He laughed again and shook his head.
"Does he." It wasn't a question, but I answered it anyway.
"Yep."
I didn't know where this confidence came from, but I liked it. I went to sip my coffee when my chair was pulled towards his; my breath caught in my throat as he held my head, his mouth close to mine.
