A cool, clean scent drifted into Rita's nose. She lifted her head a little, her lashes fluttering as her lips brushed Evan's throat."Don't move," he said, his voice rough, something unsteady flickering in his eyes.Rita felt light-headed and curled into the crook of his arm. She hooked both arms around his neck, pulling him closer before nuzzling in until she found a comfortable spot.Evan went rigid, his mouth flattening into a thin line. He stared at her lips, still stained with wine, then made himself look away.He set Rita gently in the back seat, catching her wandering wrists as he murmured, "Settle down. I'm taking you home."The car rolled toward her place, steady and quiet. Evan barely watched the road, checking on her every few seconds in the rearview mirror.When he finally pulled up, he couldn't find her keys anywhere. He asked her for them, patient and careful, but she was too drunk to offer anything besides a confused mumble about having no idea.Out of options, Ev
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