#Chapter290
/"Do you need me to put you to bed?/" he asked, hoping that if he got her away from watchful eyes and maybe alone they could further explore what this was tonight. He also hoped she was picking up the subtle hints in that question.
Gentle handling, Carrero. Listen to her, read her signs.
/"Do I not need to put you to bed?/" she slurred again, and he couldn’t help but laugh at that suggestion.
If only.
/"I’m sure I can handle way more alcohol than you, tiny./" He joked, keeping a firm hold on that body and letting his hands trail down her back slowly toward her ass, she wasn’t stopping him, anyway. All signs that he wasn’t reading this wrong at all.
/"I’m not so sure, I haven’t seen you walk yet./" She pointed at him in the universal drunk air jab. Too goddamn adorable for words and her mouth was most definitely getting closer to his, her body moving toward him so very slowly.
