Tipsy Confessions

{Harper's POV}

The guy laughed.

Not loudly. But just enough for the sound to settle warmly into the air between us. "Two glasses and you're actually tipsy," he said. "Impressive metabolism, I must say."

I narrowed my eyes at him suspiciously. Or at least attempted to. The problem was that my vision now felt slightly unreliable. So I leaned forward a little, squinting harder at his face.

"Have we