Drinking Alone!

I hesitated, the invitation hanging heavy with unspoken tension, but the pull was too strong. Dropping onto the cushion next to her, I took a swig of beer, our thighs brushing accidentally—or not.

The contact sent sparks up my leg, her warmth seeping through the denim. Up close, her scent enveloped me—wine, perfume, and a musky undertone that made my head spin. 'So, why alone? No friends to hit the bars with? Thought you'd be out painting the town or whatever college kids do.'

Georgia laughed, but it was bitter, lacking her usual spark. She set her glass down on the coffee table, turning to face me, her knee pressing against mine now.

'Friends? Please. They're all goody two-shoes. Too busy being perfect to handle a real night out. Or... other things.' Her eyes darkened, locking onto mine with a mix of desire and that raw vulnerability, like she was daring me to see past the tease to the woman underneath.

The blouse slipped again as she gestured, exposing more of her chest—the soft curve of her breast, the hint of nipple hardening in the cool air. And lower, that bulge twitched visibly, straining against her pants, confirming everything in a way that made my mouth go dry.