(Author's POV)
His arm had found its way around her waist. His palm was warm through the fabric of her blouse, and she could feel the heat of it spreading up to her ears in a way she absolutely refused to acknowledge.
She pressed her lips together. Phineas was standing not four feet away, watching this with the expression of someone who had accidentally wandered into a nature documentary and was waiting for it to end.
She wanted the floor to swallow her whole.
"Gavin." She kept her voice low and controlled. "You can't hold your drink, fine. But did you have to make it everyone else's problem?"
"Don't yell at me," he said into her neck. "I'm fragile."
"You are not fragile. You're a nuisance."
"Same thing."
Phineas cleared his throat. "I'll leave you to it."
He was already turning t
