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did since I was the one who’d put the almost-full bottle away in her cupboard the weekend before a spur-of-the-moment barbeque at her place to celebrate someone’s birthday.
    Once we’d taken that first shot, another followed, and for the next two hours she made me practice the scene she wanted my agent to submit to her boss. For most of the night she’d been trying to convince me I had a chance at landing the lead in his next movie, a major Hollywood blockbuster, and that it would make my career.
    While it would have been a major coup for any actor to land, the way my luck had been going I didn’t think I stood a shot in hell. Things had gotten so bad with the parts I was being offered that I was considering giving up acting altogether. My dad’s step-brother was a contractor-turned-developer who built custom homes about an hour outside of Los Angeles and he’d offered to give me a job on one of his crews. I’d first learned the basics of construction helping my dad with renovations on my family’s farmhouse while growing up, so going into construction wasn’t totally outside the realm of possibility. Not to mention the fact that the pay was better than what I currently brought in.
    Skeptical though I was this would be the opportunity that finally stuck, I’d humored Sarah and read the monologue aloud until I’d memorized the lines, and then I’d acted them out in earnest, or had at least tried to. The scene was supposed to be a dramatic one, full of loss and longing but every time I’d get to the part about avenging my family’s death, Sarah would burst out laughing and I’d have to start over.
    Eventually our laughter turned to stifled giggles and then we’d each gone quiet. It was nearly five o’clock in the morning by that point and while I should have been exhausted, I’d felt a strange sort of energy come over me as we sat quietly together in the murky pre-dawn light of her living room. Sarah’s eyes had been closed for a few minutes but I knew she was awake when a sweet, innocent smile tugged at her lips. Lips at that moment I wanted to taste. Lips I couldn’t stop staring at. Lips I needed to make mine. 
    I’d scooted closer to her, all the while fighting my instincts to touch her the way I really wanted to. The next thing I knew, I held her face reverently in my hands and her eyes had locked with mine. I’d been dying to kiss her but something held me back for what seemed like forever. Longingly, her name left my lips on a strangled whisper, and I almost didn’t recognize my own voice. Her gaze grew heated, and when she licked her lips I hadn’t been able to contain my desire any longer. When I cradled her head in my large, calloused hands and caressed her cheek with my thumb, she leaned into the gesture and a moan escaped her perfect pink lips. My cock twitched in my jeans and any rational thought I might have had fled.
    That had been my next mistake.
    One bad decision after the next my transgressions mounted, but with each step I took over that line, I couldn’t seem to stop myself from compounding the problem. My mind said that if I walked away before I did anything truly irreparable, tomorrow we could pretend like none of it had happened. That one day, far down the road, we’d both laugh about that time we’d gotten shitfaced on tequila and had almost kissed. But my heart? Well, it had had other plans. It wanted Sarah with a force I’d never experienced before, and as my mind fought to control my body, my heart told it to shut the fuck up and stop distracting me.
    Drunk on tequila and intoxicated with desire, I kissed her. And I put my hands on her. And I tasted her, and then finally, I claimed her and the best part of it all was she had been right there with me the entire time. When she told me I couldn’t know how badly she’d wanted me, I thought all of my prayers had been answered. When she came in my mouth, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. Then, when she demanded that