Riley’s POV

His lips were warm and tasted like alcohol but I didn’t care, his hand tangled in my hair, his other hand pressed against my lower back, pulling me closer.

“You won’t make me stop?” He whispered.

I could feel my heart racing and I couldn’t speak.

Gosh! He’s drunk! I shouldn’t be taking advantage of him. But damn.

I kissed him back, I couldn’t stop myself, I didn’t want to.

He pulled back, his eyes closed. “Riley—“ his head dropped to his shoulders, he let out a heavy sigh.

He was asleep.

I lay there, pinned under him, my heart pounding and my lips still tingling.

I kissed...