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I bite the inside of my cheek.

His large hand is still resting on my shoulder, warm and solid. A strange, bubbly feeling simmers in my stomach as I imagine those rough fingers drifting across my bare skin.

Oh, goddess. It’s been far too long since I’ve gotten laid.

I take another drink to distract myself from that thought.

Lucan gives me a wary look. “You should slow down, Doc. Humans can’t handle their booze like us giants.”

My lip curls. “Is that so?”

“Yes. Our livers are bigger.” He plucks the mug from my hand and pushes it across the bar, safely out of my reach. “You, on the other hand, are very drunk.”

A laugh rises from my chest. “Is your liver the only thing that’s big?”

He lifts an eyebrow. “Was that supposed to be a dick joke?”

Heat floods my face. “Maybe.” I run my fingers through my curls and sigh. “I don’t know what I’m saying.”

A smile curves Lucan’s mouth. “Well, for the record, yes.” He leans closer, lowering his voice to a husky whisper. “Everything about me is big.”

I nearly choke on my own spit.

I turn toward him, blinking.

Is he flirting with me? Or am I just drunk?

Lucan chuckles to himself as he takes another sip of his beer.

My heart gives a stupid little flutter.

Fuck. I need to get out of here.

“I’m going home.”

Lucan hums. “Are you?”

“Yes. Have a good night.”

I push myself upright and take a few steps toward the exit. The room suddenly tilts sideways. I reach for the bar to steady myself, but my foot catches on the leg of a stool.

“Oh, fuck.”

My vision swims as the floor meets my face.

I land with a dull thud.

For a moment, I simply lie there, cheek pressed against the wooden floorboards, trying to figure out what happened.

The tavern erupts in laughter.

“I’m fine,” I mumble,

A large hand grips my arm.

“No, you’re not.”

Lucan hauls me upright with embarrassing ease. My head spins violently, and I grab onto his shoulders to keep myself from falling again.