Chapter 119

ANDREA CLUNG TO THE slightly-fuzzy feeling clouding her brain. If she were to admit she was merely exhausted instead of drunk, she'd lose her nerve. So long as she could blame these moments on alcohol, she could power through.

Once they'd devoured the pizza and breadsticks, she hadn't wanted to leave. Or maybe Zain hadn't wanted to let her go. Either way, they lay in the dark watching Captain America, but she could barely focus on the much-loved movie because of the man next to her.

Zain sat against the headboard, his arm brushing hers every time he breathed or shifted. She didn't dare move. They'd done a single shot of some pre-packaged, fruity drink thing before the movie started. The new infusion of alcohol had her head buzzing and palms damp within moments. That, or it was just her nerves. Blaming it on the shot was far more convenient.