I was someone's—
Wife.
“Thanks, but no thanks.I don't want this.”I held it up for him to take.
He shook his head.“Drink it.”
I rolled my eyes.“I don't want it.”
He laughed.“Yeah, but you need it.”
I frowned at him.“I do not.”
His eyes scanned my face over and over again.“Yeah, you do.”He moved my hand with the shot glass to my lips.“Bottoms up, Chesca.Trust me.You'll feel better after.”His finger touched the bottom of the glass and tipped it slowly.
This was not a fight I was going to win.And it was one shot.What harm could one shot do?
So, I drank it back at the same time he did.
“Ah, yuck,” I sputtered as the alcohol burned down my throat, making it difficult to breathe.“That stuff is gross.”
Stefan handed me the cola, and I downed the rest of it.“It's the expensive shit.It's not gross,” Stefan said.Then, he refilled his shot glass and downed another.
“How can you drink that stuff?”
He took my glass from me and said, “Easily.Very easily.”After he set everything down, he removed the empty can from me and stuffed it into the cupholder.
Then he grabbed my hand.“Are you always this hysterical when you fly?”
My jaw dropped open, and I scowled at him.“I'm not hysterical.”
His eyebrows nearly flew off his face.“Yeah, you are.”
I huffed and rolled my eyes.“I am not,” I said, sounding childish even to my ears.
Stefan chuckled quietly.He turned more fully to me.“I'm serious.”His eyes looked over every inch of my face before he spoke again, “Are you always like this when you fly?”
Oh, gosh.
The calm way he spoke to me.
The warmth in his tone.
Oh, gosh.
I swallowed hard over the dry lump in my throat.“I don't know.I've never, um, flown before.”
Stefan's head tilted, and his mouth opened slightly.Like he was waiting for me to tell him I was only kidding.That I'd flown all over the world.
“You've never been on an airplane?”He didn't ask it in a condescending, snobby way or anything.Even so, it still made me feel stupid.And poor.And inexperienced.
“No,” I said with a small shake of my head.I wished he would just drop this.
He closed his mouth and nodded.“I see.”He pushed back into his seat.“That explains a lot, then.”He cleared his throat.“A lot of first times for you tonight.”
Heat surged directly between my thighs—making me clench deep down inside.
Holy.
