Cash said in annoyance. He handed Ruthie a water bottle and began to strip off his sweater, climbing into bed. She giggled as he ran his hand up her bare leg. “You’re lucky you’re drunk. If you weren’t, I’d ravage you completely. You are so beautiful. I’m so glad that you snuck into the arena that night. I couldn’t even imagine having never met you.” Ruthie snorted. “I bet you say that to all the girls.” Cash smiled. “But I meant it only this time.” No amount of alcohol could have made Ruthie miss that remark. She couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed in herself for even falling for Cash’s charm. But hey, you only live once, right? Carpe diem. “Besides being a sexy little thing, tell me more about yourself, seeing that we’re not going to be rolling around in the hay tonight,” Cash murmured, still running his fingers up and down Ruthie’s thigh. “Not much to say about me,”
