"Let me get someone to drive you home," I say before my fucked-up mind thinks of a million ways I could violate her tonight. I'm buzzed from alcohol and high, too. When I have sex with this girl, I want all my faculties. She purses her lips and pouts like a kid. "No. I don't want to go home. Anywhere but home." Oh, man. I'm in trouble. She looks up at me, her eyes in the moonlight sparking like rare, expensive jewels. "Colin thinks I want you, you know. He says our bickering is foreplay." "Is it?" I ask, holding my breath to hear her response. Please, please let me remember the answer in the morning."