"Johnny?" I hiccuped, squinting through my blurry vision to make sense of the broad, bare chest standing across the room.
Freaking Amethyst. She set me up.
I was supposed to leave—or maybe jump off the balcony—but instead, I was being pulled closer to him.
Was my head playing tricks on me? Or was it just the alcohol? Or... was it because I was ovulating?
"What—what are you doing... in here?" I stammered, fumbling for my words as I stumbled toward him like a confused toddler on a tightrope.
"I live here, Cass. What are 'you' doing here? How—how did you even get in?" His brows furrowed, eyes full of confusion and surprise.
"Magic..." I giggled, feeling the alcohol swirl from my stomach straight to my head. "Oh, Johnny," I breathed, reaching for his face.
His tousled hair. Those addictive doe eyes looking at me like I'm a wonder. And his lips—damn, those lips—I wanted to make them redder.
He looked... unfairly handsome. Especially when flushed like this.
"Wait... have you been drinking?"
