What exactly would be a bit much? She nearly demanded of him. That she would sneak away with someone else? Or that she would sneak away only to spite him? The tension between them might've been crackling that evening, but she wouldn't ever go so far with someone she barely knew. She'd made that mistake once and was still collecting the shards of her heart from the floor.

"Not enough to matter." She answered instead as she rolled her eyes. Rosalie's tolerance for alcohol had grown tremendously over the past two years, never again would she be that stumbling fool of Valentine's Day. She took a half step forward, her eyes focused entirely on him as she pointedly discarded her mostly full glass on the nearby table.

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