Her tongue flicked out, swiping at a bit of frosting on her lip. “Now you take a bite.”
He did as he was told, trying to get mostly cake because he recognized the bakery’s name on the box and their frosting was so sweet his teeth would ache for hours. His body was doing enough aching at the moment.
“I have to pee,” she whispered once they—mostly she—had finished the cupcake and she’d drained her glass.
“Let’s go.” He held her hand and walked her down the short hall to the ladies’ room. She gave him a bright smile before disappearing inside, and it took her three tries to lock the door.
He waited in the hallway, listening for anything that sounded like a woman falling down or passing out, but he didn’t hear anything. He’d give her a couple more minutes and then he was going to knock. He wasn’t sure what he’d do if she didn’t answer. Call her? Get Cait? Kicking the door in probably wasn’t a good look.
Then he heard the water in the sink running, followed shortly after by the thump of the garbage can lid.
Seeing him in the hall startled her and he grabbed her shoulders because it looked for a second like she was going to crash into the wall.
“Are you being creepy again?” she asked, giggling.
“I walked back here with you,” he reminded her. “And I stayed to make sure you’re okay. You’ve had a bit to drink.”
Her eyes widened, and then she grinned. “I didn’t mean to. But they’re really, really good.”
She stepped closer to him, and since his hands were already on her upper arms, they slid around her back. When she stretched onto her toes and her face tilted up to his, her intentions were plain.
Unable to say no to her, he lowered his face and touched his lips to hers. Wren wanted more and tightened her fingers in his hair. She tasted like sweet fruit and alcohol as he devoured her mouth.
“We should go to your place,” she muttered against his lips.
That sounded like the best idea he’d heard in a very long time. He lifted his head and smoothed her hair back. “Not tonight, sweetheart.”
“I know you want to. I can feel it.”
Grant groaned and tried to put some distance between his erection and her body. “Of course I want to.”
“And I want to.” She traced his bottom lip with the tip of her finger. “I really, really want to.”
“But we’re not going to.”
Her pout made him chuckle. “That’s stupid.”
“You’re drunk.”
“I’m not drunk.” The same fingertip that had stroked his lower lip now jabbed his chest.
“Okay, you’re not drunk. But you’re also not sober.” He captured her wrists in his hands so she’d stop touching him. “I don’t want you to regret waking up in my bed tomorrow morning.”
“But I don’t want to regret not being in your bed tonight. I like being in your bed. With you.”
She was killing him. “You’ll be in my bed when I’m sure it’s you telling me that and not the cocktails. Come on. It’s getting late and Gavin and I have to work tomorrow, so it’s time to head out.”
He wasn’t sure about her ability to not fall off a stool, so he had her stand at the bar and gave Lydia a look. She chuckled, but nodded to show that she understood Wren was not to wander too far alone.
Gavin was helping Cait into her coat when Grant found them. Since Cait was still talking to Jamie and another woman Grant didn’t really know, he pulled him aside.
“I’m gonna need you to drive Wren home.”
Gavin’s eyebrow lifted. “Huh. I kinda thought she’d be going home with you tonight.”
“Yeah. We had dinner Sunday night and we kissed, but...we weren’t there yet, if you know what I mean. And the only thing that’s changed between then and now is the alcohol.”
“I asked Lydia what was in the drinks and then I got bored and wandered off halfway through the list. Wren isn’t the only one who’ll be sorry in the morning.”
