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“Yes, we do,” she says.
“Let us know if you need us,” Maverick says, and just as quickly as they appeared, they all walk back to the corner where they were sitting.
“That”—Jordyn points at me—“was not nothing. He’s into you.”
“He’s pretending.”
“Um, no, he’s not,” Palmer speaks up.
“We’ve known him longer. He’s not just pretending,” Ramsey assures me.
“That’s the alcohol talking,” I mutter. I raise my shot, and everyone follows suit. Scarlett holds up her water bottle with a wide smile on her face.
“Down the hatch, ladies,” Jade announces, and we all tip our shots back.
Thankfully, they don’t drill me with more questions I don’t have answers to. Instead, we talk about jobs, kids, the guys, and so much more. We take more shots, and we even have a dance party.
That’s why I’m currently sitting on the edge of my seat, sweating my ass off. We’re all in the same state, hot, tired, and well past tipsy.
“You ready to head home?” Merrick asks.
“Yes, please.”
He smiles, and offers me his hand, which I take, allowing him to pull me up. We say our goodbyes, though it turns out everyone is leaving at the same time. We make our way outside in one large group. Lots of shouting goodbyes, waves, and honks fill the night air as everyone heads home.
“Are you okay with staying at my place tonight? I don’t want you to be alone in case you get sick in the middle of the night.”
“Aw, Merrick Kincaid, you like me,” I say, slurring my words.
“You’re not so bad,” he teases, reaching over and placing his hand on my thigh.
“I want to hold your hand,” I blurt. Before I have time to be embarrassed about what I’m asking for, Merrick turns his hand over, palm up, and I entwine my fingers through his.
“My place?” he asks again.
“Do I get to sleep in your bed again?”
“Yes.”
“Will you hold me?”
“If that’s what you want.”
“What do you want?” I counter. The alcohol is making me speak more freely.
“I want you in my bed. In my arms.”
“Naked?” I blurt.
He squeezes my hand. “Is that what you want?”
“Hell yes.” I squeak and slap my free hand over my mouth. “Truth serum,” I mutter, making him laugh.
“I don’t know. You’ve had a lot to drink, and I don’t want you to wake up with regrets in the morning.”
“I’m sober,” I say, forcing myself to sit up straighter in the seat. “Seeee,” I reply, making him laugh.
“If you say so.”
