11. Cramps

Ripley’s pov

“This wasn’t so bad,” I said as Cas walked me to a cab.

Driving wasn’t an option, not after the many drinks we had. I knew alcohol was the only way I would survive tonight’s date, although it had gone much better than I thought it would.

He was actually kind of nice…

Nope. Don’t go there.

It was the amazing restaurant, the dress, and the gifts.

It wasn’t Cas that made tonight tolerable. Right?

And even if it was, it was probably fake. He was being nice to get me into bed. Yet somehow we still had a nice time, even after I told him to stop acting.

“You sound surprised.” Cas replied, leaning against the wall.

Did he do this on purpose? Nah, he probably doesn’t even have a social media app on his phone. He might not know about the trend of men leaning against things.

He is hot, though. I’d give him that. Standing there with his pressed shirt, his beard combed perfectly, not a hair out of place. He smelled good, too. Not like that axe body kind of scent. But musky, m