No

Playfully pushing Bryce away, you laugh and say, "Slow down, tiger. We've only just met." But there's no denying the spark of attraction between you two – and Bryce seems determined not to let things cool off too much.

He chuckles and steps back slightly, but keeps one hand on your hip possessively. "Alright, alright," he concedes. "How about this: I'll go grab us something stronger to drink, and then we can find someplace less crowded to chat?"

Before waiting for an answer, he leans in quickly and presses another soft kiss to your lips before turning towards the drinks. You watch him walk away, admiring the view as his muscles flex beneath his polo shirt.

When he returns with two cups filled with a dark liquid, he nods towards the stairs leading up to the second floor. "Want to find someplace more private upstairs?" he asks, giving you a wink.