His features were always sharp, severe—except his lips. They evened out his intensity, and they were currently unraveled in an expressive smirk. I glanced up to meet his eye, having been caught checking him out. He knew I was already under his spell and wasted no time in reaching out for me and wrapping his hand around my bicep to steady me. “Have you had a few drinks?” I swallowed, nervous. “Yes, me and every Olympian currently on the planet.” I shrugged, feeling as though the world were tipping just a little to the left. “Are you drunk?” he asked with a gentle tone. I stared at his chest and swallowed. “No, but this would probably be easier if I was.” I laughed. “What happened to your knee?” he asked, glancing down. I’d forgotten about the injury, but when I glanced down and followed his gaze to the cut on my knee, the pain recaptured my attention.
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