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His lips move, but not his eyes, as if they’re not part of the same face. “I know I’m attractive and you can’t help staring, but rein it in until we’re not in public, Princess.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I take another sip from the bottle, letting the burning liquid slide down my throat. “I love it when you play innocent. It weirdly suits you.” “Shut up.” I down a larger gulp this time, wincing at the aftertaste. “Liquid courage.” He winks. “Nice.” “Who said it’s liquid courage? Maybe I want to finish the bottle so I can shove it up your ass.” “Kinky again. I didn’t know you thought of me sexually so much, but take it easy on the drinking—I know you’re a lightweight.” “Were. Past tense. I’m no longer a lightweight.” He raises a brow, briefly shifting his focus from the road to me. “Really now?” “I can finish the bottle.” I swallow the largest gulp I’ve ever had, trying not to wince at the burn and the strong aftertaste. “If you say so.” I jut my chin out at him, continu