Rosalie could have foregone the drink altogether in favor of finally being permitted to explore his body. Still, she'd made the offer and could hardly refuse him now. With any luck, her forgetting to stash a bottle of liquor in her room would be the only mistake made tonight.

"This way." She murmured and reached for his hand to lead him towards the ornate drink cart in the corner of the parlor. Her aunt had charmed it years ago to remain fully stocked at all times, lest she be mortified at not having a guest's preferred drink of choice. "What would you like? Gin? Whiskey? Vodka?" He'd had wine in his mug that first time they kissed, and while Rosalie was hardly an expert on what liquor men preferred she had to imagine Noble was hoping for something stronger.

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