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We’re getting closer to where I want to take him, but he’s underdressed in the damn jersey. I give him my jacket and wrap it around his shoulders. “I’m not that cold.” He sways on his feet, a bit drunk, as he grins up at me. “But I don’t mind ogling your huge muscles. Mmm.” “Don’t be a brat.” “Pfft. You love it when I’m a brat.” “Your ass will love it, too, later.” “Don’t threaten me with a good time, baby.” A jolt zaps through my chest and ends in my stomach whenever he says that. I grab his hand and drag him with me to stop my erection from growing further. “Maybe we should take a taxi.” He bites his lower lip. “I want to show you something in private.” “I want to show you something first.” “What…?” His eyes light up with intrigue, excitement, and overflowing affection. “I’m rethinking it because you have someone else’s name on your back.” He stops by the sidewalk, forcing me to do the same. Gareth’s cheeks, even his freckles, are red from the alcohol, and when he frowns with that fa