Vaughn
I've lived a lot in my twenty-five years, probably more than I should've, but there have been a lot of things I've learned. One of those things is when a woman wants something from me.
Val is hanging on tightly around my neck, pressing her body against mine. My hands are at her hips, pushing her further away from my body. I'm not sure she wants to know exactly how much she's affecting me right now.
"Do you like me?" She asks, gazing up. Her eyes are glossy, and tomorrow she more than likely won't remember much of this. I kind of hate that, I want her to remember everything having to do with the two of us.
"I do." I answer honestly. There's no reason to play hard to get, we're old enough to not be playing games with one another. I did that enough in high school. "But I also have a feeling you aren't thinking straight right now. That drink Alexis made you is clouding your judgment."