book 4: drinks for two

Fire strikes as soon as she leans in. Lips pressed against each other and Gil is surprised. Surprised that she actually did it. Maybe it was the booze speaking, but he can't deny the obvious feeling in his chest. How his heart races. His insides twisting and turning. He presses back with a ferocity that he's sure might knock her over. Breathless, hot and panting as he pulls away, his eyes begging for more. "Jael," her name is a whisper on his liquor coated tongue. "We shouldn't be doing this," not exactly a regret, but definitely ashamed that he was continuing to make mistakes. As much as he wants to do it again, to relish in the sweet taste of her lips against his, he won't.

"We should turn in," his voice rumbles, eyes finally diverting away from her. Body shifting so they aren't nearly as close as they were.