“They look too good to be true.” Somewhere in the back of my mind I register that Griffin likes my boobs, but the thought vanishes as soon as it came.
I scoff. “They are as real as they come. Here, feel them!” I grab his hand and place it on my right—wait, no, it’s my left boob—and stare at him. “See, real.”
“Uh-huh.” He nods absentmindedly, looking at my chest without blinking. “I’m touching your boob. How did we get here?”
“I have no idea. Another drink?”
Griffin nods and without taking his hand off me, drinks his shot and so do I.
“What else do you want to talk about?” I ask.
“I don’t want to talk about anything.”
“What do you want to do then?”
His hand is still on my boob, but his eyes are on my lips. Are they on my lips or is it my imagination? Totally could be that. But then Griffin leans over the table, gesturing for me to do the same and whispers, “I want to kiss you.”
“You do?” I whisper back, blinking at him.
“Mm-hmm,” he hums, nodding like a little kid and leans in closer, tripping the empty glasses over. I press my finger to his lips, stopping him.
“Shh, you can’t do it here.”
“Why?”
“Because everyone will see.”
Griffin’s brows furrow as he looks around. He’s so cute when he frowns.
“You’re right.” He gets up and almost doesn’t sway, rounding the table and holding his arm out for me to take. “Let’s go.”
Without thinking, I slide my hand into his. “Where are we going?” I keep whispering as I trail after him, but he stops abruptly.
“I don’t know. Where is a good place to kiss around here?” Griffin asks.
“Try the beach, buddy” comes from a voice that sounds an awful lot like Alec but what would Alec be doing here? He already has Hope—he doesn’t need to blind drink with anyone.
Wait, blind date. Not drink. The drinking was Griffin’s idea.
Griffin snaps his fingers and points in the direction of the voice. “That’s a good idea.”
Somehow, we stumbled out the door, the cool breeze clearing out the haze in my brain a bit but not nearly enough, and before I know it, my heels are sinking into the cold sand.
I didn’t even notice Griffin holding a bottle with more red liquid in it until he stops suddenly and brings it to his lips, taking a long gulp. His Adam’s apple bobbing sensually before his eyes settle on mine. There’s something in them.
Something I’ve never seen before and it makes my skin feel too tight, too hot, too everything.
I need a drink.
I gesture for Griffin to pass me the bottle, but he shakes his head and instead presses it to my lips, parting them until they wrap around the glass, and I feel the cold liquid, pouring down my suddenly parched throat while our eyes are locked.
The fuzzy haze returns instantly with each sip, but Griff tips the bottle too much and a small drop escapes my mouth. Slowly dripping down my neck until it settles in between my breasts.
Griffin’s eyes track it all the way down. His tongue running over his lips like he wants a taste. So I give it to him, taking my index finger, I swipe up the bead of liquid and bring it to his lips, slightly caressing them. Spreading the alcohol over them.
“Fuck…” he groans deeply as he watches me while licking his lips clean, but I never take my finger off and the tip of his tongue brushes against it, making me gasp.
“Dear God, please put it down somewhere that I tried.”