IN HER SKIN: Different Stories. Endless Lust
And by the look in his eyes, he was enjoying the game as much as I was.
The bartender returned, placing the tequila shots in front of us. He lifted his glass, offering it to me without breaking eye contact. "To strangers," he said smoothly, his lips curling around the word with intention, "and knowing when to let it go." I hesitated, then lifted my glass, tapping it against his. "To strangers," I echoed, feeling the burn of the tequila already mixing with the heat of my body.