Jeez, what was he thinking getting drunk like this if he wanted me to come?
"You know what that tells me?" he whispered huskily.
I shook my head, suddenly afraid of what my voice might sound like.
"That tells me that you're not scared... because you want me to take advantage of you in here. You're hoping that I keep that promise I made in the gym," he said.
My eyes widened.
"W-what? N-no! That's not-"
"Shh, shh, shhhh," Holden cut me off, putting his finger against my lips. "Don't worry baby girl... I'll ask first from now on."
"No, Holden, that's not-"
"I think I like it better when you call me Tiger," he cut me off again, staring at my lips that he still had his finger against, by the way.
What on earth is going through his head right now? Or mine for that matter?
"Trina... can
