I raised my right hand, my palm catching the side of his jaw, stopping his face two inches from mine. "You're drunk."
"So?"
"You aren't thinking straight."
"Didn't stop us last time," he pointed out, his eyes gleaming.
My jaw tightened so hard my teeth clicked. "I wasn't in my right mind last time either."
"Could've fooled me," Cyan whispered, his eyes dropping to my mouth before coming back up. "I remember how excited you got."
My ears felt like they were on fire. I shoved his face back another inch, my fingers digging into his jawline. "That was a natural physical response. Nothing more."
Cyan blinked, letting out a soft laugh. "That is the most unromantic doctor answer I have ever heard in my life."
"It doesn't mean anything," I snapped.
"Doesn't it?" He leaned forward again, taking up every bit of space between us, his chest practically resting against mine. "Then prove it."
