One Night Mistake
“Marcus, can you get her to my car? I’ll drive her home.”
Marcus was in the middle of nodding when Taliana scowled and attempted to pull away from him. “I can walk by myself, thank you very much,” she said, hitching her chin up. “I’m not? that? drunk.”
Michael snorted. “Sugartits, you’re drunk enough to admit that Seb was a better lover than Zak.”
Floored by that admittance, Sebastian turned to look at his friend. “Did she really?”
Michael grinned and nodded, the moonlight casting shadows over his devious face. “The girl was practically spilling her soul to me while you were off brooding.”