Either this tequila was the most potent stuff on earth, or Cam really just asked me to move in with him. “You can’t give me two of those and then expect me to make big decisions.” I knew I was making those ugly drunk faces. Slutty Gumby, anyone? The shots made me instantly sea sick, a big accomplishment on solid ground. My joints felt rubbery, and my chin was rapidly melting into my neck. “And all we ever do is fuck.” “Wouldn’t it make our favorite pastime a little easier if we lived together?” The crooked smile. Maybe. Cam’s eyes were floating around his face. “There’s plenty of time to get to know each other.” I steadied myself on the arms of the bar stool. “I don’t even know who I am anymore.” “Whoever you are, I like it.” He leaned in and kissed me, quick and chaste. Thank God, I don’t think I could have handled his tongue in my mouth. “I have to go on stage.” “Can I have some water?” I asked him before he left me, and had never been so appreciative to receive anything in my life.
