Instead of being bashful and looking down, she bites her lip and flips my world upside down.
“You’re my favorite person, you know that?” she responds.
Fuck. Me.
What is this woman doing to me?
This time, I’m the one who desperately needs the next shot.
I reach down, sliding my fingers through hers, and lead us back to the table.
Shot Four
By the time we finish the fourth shot, we’re both feeling it.
Who knew Meadow’s so clingy when she’s drunk?
I fucking love it. I’m eating up every second of it.
Meadow grabs my bicep mid-giggle, fingertips digging into my skin like I’m her lifeline.
“Question,” she mutters, looking down at her feet.
“Yeah?”
“Is the sand moving?” She tilts her head. “Or is it just me?”
“Eh, the sand is definitely spinning a bit,” I chuckle. “I can confirm.”
“Oh, thank God,” she giggles. “Thought I was going crazy.”
When she sways again, my hand grips onto her bare waist. She feels so silky and warm beneath my fingers as I skim my hand around to her lower back, where her skin meets her shorts.
Instead of pulling away, she leans into me like it’s the most natural thing in the world—like she belongs in my arms.
All the blood in my body rushes south when she hooks her arms over my shoulders, literally clinging to me now. Her body presses against my front as I shuffle us forward in line.
There’s absolutely no space between us, just the heat of Meadow’s body everywhere.
Thank God she’s plastered to my front, because there’s no telling how obvious my erection is right now.
Maybe it’s the alcohol, but I don’t give a damn or feel embarrassed if Meadow notices. It’s just a matter of time until she picks up on how my body reacts to her, if she hasn't already.
While we’re waiting in line, Meadow lets out a low sigh and folds her head into my chest.
Christ.
If she holds onto me any tighter, I’m fucking done for. I only have so much self-control.
Her hair smells like sunscreen and cherry blossom as she brushes her cheek against my chest, nuzzling into me. Right as I’m contemplating kissing the top of her head, she looks up at me with bright, glassy eyes.
“You’re so strong,” she murmurs, holding me tighter. “Likesooomany muscles. I like that.”
My heart dips, skipping a few beats.
“Yeah?” I reply, my tone full of gravel as I stare down at her.
“Mmmhmm,” she nods before nestling back into my chest.
