Christian had promised Rosalie’s mother to keep her out of trouble, so while part of him was really curious to see if she would really become flirtatious when drunk, duty won out. He tried his best to steer her toward the exit.

“The wine’s so good… Let’s have two more! Christian, you’re back! Come, drink with me. I’m in a mood.”

Rosalie clung to his arm and dug in her heels, refusing to budge as she kept asking for more alcohol and praising the wine that night.

Christian tightened his grip, coaxing her toward the door.

“Rosalie, the party’s winding down. Everyone’s leaving, and we should too. I’ll drink with you another time.

“If you’re upset, we can stop on the way home. You can scream into the night sky and get it all out. You’ll feel better.”

Half-dragging, half-carrying her, he finally got her outside.

“Wow—so many stars tonight… and the moon’s so pretty too! What a perfect night.”

Rosalie stopped and pointed toward the stars. Then, without warning, she flopped against Chris