This was a terrible idea for several reasons, but maybe the liquor had dulled his brain.
He strode down the slight elevation of stairs, sleeves rolled up as he sunk into the couch across Sophia.
The air still hummed with the low bass of the music they'd been playing, the scent of spilled liquor and sweat clinging to the air.
Sophia stretched, her blond hair — pink streaks catching the light — spilling over her shoulders as she leaned back into the couch.
Her eyes locked onto Caleb, who loomed over her dark brown hair tousled from running his hands through it all night.
She bit her lip, her fingers tracing idle circles on the cushion between them. "Everyone's gone to bed," she murmured, her voice just loud enough to cut through the quiet. "Just us."
Caleb sighed, his gaze flicking over her — tight black tank top, shorts riding up just enough to tease the curve of her thighs.
