Noble could've downed the entirety of the gin and Rosalie wouldn't have noticed, not when she felt as though she would combust any moment from the desire pulsing through her veins. It'd been months of foreplay, months of kisses and touches, months of going home wanting.

Neither of them would be left wanting after tonight. She was determined to ensure that.

"No more gin." She repeated at a near whisper before leaning up to kiss him twice. Then, in the same low voice, she added, "my room is up that way."

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