CharliThe room feels too quiet.The champagne still lingers bitterly at the back of my throat, not enough to fog me, but enough to remind me I drank too quickly. I can feel it sitting there, sharp, while I sit on the edge of the bed.Elijah’s across the room, undoing his tie. He slips his watch off next, setting it neatly on the dresser. My eyes betray me, trailing down his chest as he unbuttons his shirt. Broad shoulders, fine-tuned muscles, tattoos that look carved into him instead of inked. My insides twist warm, traitorous.“How much did you have to drink?” His voice slices through my staring.“Huh?” I blink, heat rushing up my neck as I force my eyes back to his face.“Did you take any shots?” His tone is casual, but his eyes flick to my lips.I shake my head. “No.”His mouth quirks, almost disappointedly. “So I won’t have the pleasure of you trying to kiss me all on your own?”My breath stutters. He drops his shirt, then unbuttons his pants, sliding them off. And suddenly he’s
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