Page 81 of Doughn't Let Me Go

“Shit, right?” Porter holds out a glass to me. “I didn’t know what you’d like, so I chose my favorite for you to try first.”

I take a whiff and make a face. “What is this?”

“Tequila.”

I arch a brow. “Are you trying to make my clothes fall off?”

He laughs, and I love the way it rumbles out of him. “It’s funny you should say that. I always joke they wrote those lyrics about me.”

“If my clothes fall off, yours should too.”

Then I down the shot like the pro I most definitely am not.

The taste is awful, and I hate the burn.

“Blech!”

Porter laughs. “Right?”

“Okay, you drink now. It’s only fair.”

He tips the beer up to his lips and takes a big swig. “Blech!” he mocks.

“Right?” I tease back. “But I didn’t mean beer. Can’t you dooneshot with me? For my birthday?”

His eyes flare for just a moment. “Didn’t you read the Tequila Clause?”

I think back to the myriad documents he had me sign and briefly remember some sort of NDA.

I’ll be honest, I didn’t pay much attention to anything Porter sent over. I could have signed a marriage license and never even known.

I was too anxious to make this legit, too afraid he’d rip it away before I got the chance to taste it. So I just signed.

Probably a dumb move on my part, but it’s too late now.

“Please?” I say again, already feeling the booze tickling at my head. “Just once. I won’t tell anyone you broke your own contract.” I zip my lips dramatically.

He laughs and shakes his head. “Fine.Fine.But just one. That’s it.”

“Deal.”

He sticks his hand out and I glance down at it, smirking at his signature move.

I slide my palm against his and he pulls me toward him. “But, Dory?”

“Yeah?” I breathe out the word.

“One drink. That’s it.”

“Okay.”

He doesn’t step away like I thought he would. Instead, he steps closer, and I’m not even sure he realizes he’s done it.

I close my eyes and inhale.

God, he smells so fucking good.

“Why do you smell like that?”

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