“Ugh. Pretty guys never get it.”
“I don’t think you’re explaining it right,” I argue. “Besides,if we’re going to continue discussing this, I need to know your name.”
“Alice.”
“Alice. I’m Declan.”
“Okay, Declan. Why aren’t you understanding my little frog flower?”
“Is it a frog sitting on a flower?”
Alice sways and I shift us so she’s leaning against the wall. “Ugh. I’m too drunk to be having this conversation.”
“I think we both are.”
“I never drink this much.” Alice points a finger in my face.
“Why are you drinking this much tonight then?”
Standing like this, I’m a full head taller than she is. “Stupid family stuff.”
“Care to expand on stupid family stuff, Alice?”
She shakes her head then winces. “No. You’re still a stranger.”
“You’ve now called me a frog and spilled your drink all over me. I’d say we’re friends now.”
“Maybe if I kiss you, you’ll turn into a prince.” Her blue eyes grow wide under her glasses. “Oh God. I didn’t mean to say that.”
I smirk. “Are you saying I’m not a prince?”
“I mean, you’re really pretty. All princes are pretty.”
“You’re still going with pretty?”
“Declan, you are too good-looking for your own good. That’s why you’re a ranunculus.”
“You keep saying this.”
“Youkeep saying this,” she parrots back at me.
“You’re a little tipsy,” I tell her. “Do you want some water?”
“I—”
Her face turns green as her hand flies up to cover her mouth.
“Oh shit. Are you?—”
She pukes. All down the front of me.
“Oh God.” I gag. I bury my face in the crook of my elbow to try and stop myself from doing the exact same thing.
“Oh my God.” On top of still looking green, she looks more embarrassed now. “I can’t believe I did that. I’m going to go die in shame.”
Grabbing the cup in her hand, I set it on the floor next to me and take her hand in mine. “C’mon. Let’s go get you some water and you can sleep it off in my room.”
“I am not sleeping with you.” Alice digs her heels in so she isn’t moving.
