Bonnie gave him a light shove, but he only tightened his grip around her waist. His lips brushed along her neck, grazing the curve of her ear before drifting slowly down her cheek.
The heady scent of red wine clung to him, rich and intoxicating. So close to him, Bonnie felt as though she might get drunk just from the smell. Her slender heels wobbled slightly on the steps. He caught her again by the waist and gave a low chuckle deep in his throat.
Derek was definitely drunk, though not nearly as far gone as Clay or the others.
He stepped back a little.
Bonnie looked up at him. His eyes were tinged with a faint red, half-lidded and hazy with alcohol. There was a languid allure to him, the kind that made her heart race.
He was, in that moment, dangerously captivating.
She blinked, her lashes fluttering as she tried to say something. But he leaned in and kissed her again.
