Temptation

"The next outfit," I repeat, my voice a little slow from the drinks. "The bachelor picked it out himself?"

I shift in his arms, not pulling away, just turning enough to look at the bachelor — the quiet guy on the couch who's been nursing the same beer all night. He meets my eyes, and there's something almost sheepish in his expression, like he's been caught wanting something and doesn't know how to ask for it properly.

I finally pull away and look back at you, letting a small smile curl my lips. The kind of smile that says I'm asking permission, but I'm not really asking. The drink in my system has made me bold.

I wasn’t the only one either… Joe eagerly shakes his head in excitement or drunkenness… either way you’ve got your answer…