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…” I curled my index finger to invite him closer. “I think I might be getting a little drunk.”
    He chuckled, kissing my cheek before the faint scruff on his face tickled my jaw. “Yes, love, I think you might be.”
    I gasped, slapping his chest and drawing the attention of everyone at the table. “Oops, sorry.” I waited for everyone to go back to their conversations before I turned back to Jensen. I giggled at myself, causing him to eye me curiously.
    “Baby?”
    My giggling ceased, and I snapped my head up. “No, no, no, no,” I repeated in a loud whisper, leaning into him and cradling his face. “I like love.”
    Jensen’s brows furrowed slightly. “Yes, love is good …?”
    “No, silly. I like when you call me love,” I elaborated, running my hand over his jaw.
    “Oh yeah?”
    “Mmm hmm. You called me that when you scared Dane away.” I giggled again as I remembered that first kiss. Not because the kiss was funny, but because Jensen’s towel fell off and he accidentally (I think) exposed himself to me … again.
    “You’re adorable,” he confessed. “Dinner will probably be served right away. That should help sober you just a little. I should have made sure you’d eaten better before we left home.”
    “Mmm,” I hummed. “You’re always taking such good care of me, baby.”
    “Well, somebody has to,” he teased as the servers arrived with our food. “Come on, eat something.”
    Because Jensen’s family were also vegetarians, there were vegan options offered along with the standard meats for all the other guests. The food was delicious—which shouldn’t have shocked me considering the hotel we were staying at, and soon I felt slightly less drunk, but still pretty damn loopy. As we ate, I looked around the table at everyone we were dining with. Janet and Henry were right next to me. Lilah next to her father, Kyle to her right. The Lewises sat next to their son, and his groomsman, Gavin, beside them. My eyes then drifted to the one empty seat at the table, and I glared at it, knowing who it belonged to.
    “How was your dinner?” Jensen asked, tossing his napkin on his plate.
    Breaking out of my trance, I turned to him. “Really good. Yours?”
    “Also good. I’m going to grab a glass of cognac. Can I grab you anything? Coffee? Water?” he offered sweetly.
    “Actually, a glass of wine.” He arched his eyebrow skeptically. “I’m fine. I feel better.”
    “All right,” he conceded before standing. “I’ll be back.”
    “Oh, I’m actually just going to run to the ladies’ room. I’ll be right back.” He pulled my chair out for me as I stood and kissed my cheek before we parted ways. I had to walk slowly considering the heels I wore and my still-slight inebriation.
    I stumbled slightly on the tile floor, laughing foolishly at myself as I reached the stall farthest from the door. After finishing up, I moved to the sink and washed my hands before checking my makeup. I quickly applied a little more lip-gloss, feeling content with my appearance, and moved for the door. I was barely two feet from the washrooms when a hand ensnared my bare arm and yanked me into a darkened area of the hall.
    Familiar lips were on mine before I could cry out, and my body instantly softened in his arms. The minute my back met the wall, Jensen released his hold on me, letting his fingers ghost up my arms until he cupped my face in his hands. Hidden from view of everyone in the restaurant, we quickly got lost in the moment as we kissed secretly.
    Even though I was fairly tipsy, I didn’t miss that there was something else behind this kiss. While almost every kiss we shared was intense and passionate in its own way, there was a different kind of eagerness that accompanied his affections. It was almost as if he had something to prove. But what? Honestly, I was in no condition to refuse him; I was terribly needy and just a little drunk—which was a terrible combination in most cases.
    My desire from