A drink was something be could manage with quick ease. It might also relax her enough that she would be able to fall asleep comfortably. He would sneak back out to the couch once she drifted off, lest she wake up in the morning alarmed to have joined him in bed.
"Do you have a preference? I have whiskey, gin, vodka? There might be some scotch tucked away in the cabinet too." His collection was usually broader than that, but having increased his at home consumption by more than he likely ought to had destroyed most of his stash. "Or did you mean something lighter?"
He stood then, his hand grazing hers in the process. Why hadn't she backed away when he released her? Why hadn't he waited for her to before standing? Merlin, he ought to simply put her to bed now and escape before making a foolish decision.
"Do you have a preference? I have whiskey, gin, vodka? There might be some scotch tucked away in the cabinet too." His collection was usually broader than that, but having increased his at home consumption by more than he likely ought to had destroyed most of his stash. "Or did you mean something lighter?"
He stood then, his hand grazing hers in the process. Why hadn't she backed away when he released her? Why hadn't he waited for her to before standing? Merlin, he ought to simply put her to bed now and escape before making a foolish decision.