Nathan had things to say about all those assumptions she'd just made about what he'd do and wouldn't do. They were on the tip of his tongue but he forced them back.

He leaned back in quickly and kissed her instead, not giving himself time to think about what she'd been drinking or what it was. If he tasted it, he'd deal but good fucking God, it was just nice to hear that she wanted something even if he'd had to pull it out of her.

She'd probably be pleased to know that he didn't kiss her like he was horrified. That had to count for something.