Ava

"Ava, you're drunk," Caspian's voice rang out, triggering anger to surge through me.

"I'm not!" I snapped, taking a step back to stare at his face. "And you know that."

"That's what you said last time," he said, shaking his head. "Let's just leave now."

I let out a scoff, moving closer and placing my lips next to his ear. I could smell his masculine scent, a blend of leather and musk with a hint of aftershave.

"You know I never get bad when I'm sober, so do this now that I'm being bad," I whispered.

My eyes traced his defined jawline, following the trail to his Adam's apple...