The bass from the party still throbbed in her ears when the car door clicked shut. She slumped into the passenger seat, her cheeks flushed, the smell of smoke and spilt liquor clinging faintly to her hair.

The single sleeve of her party dress was already falling down her shoulders, exposing her cleavage. But she didn't mind. Was too drunk for that.

He noticed. But tried not to stare for too long.

“Seatbelt,” he said, voice low and clipped, eyes on the dark road ahead.

She fumbled with the buckle, laughing softly at her own clumsy fingers. “Relax. I’m fine.”

“You’re drunk.”

“I’m tipsy,” she corrected, leaning back with a...