“Um, can I talk to you over there?” I asked, pointing through the small dining room to the living room.

“Me?” Oliver pointed at his chest.

“Him?” Giles looked between the two of us.

“Yep.”

“Sure.” Oliver pushed himself off the counter and led the way into the other room.

As soon as we stepped into the living room, he spun around. Damn it, he looked good. Even better than I remembered from last night. The dim bar lights and my tequila haze had not done him justice at all.

“Look,” I started.

“Nice hair.” He surprised me by grabbing a piece of hair by my face and twisting it between his fingers.

I blanched before raising my own hand to my head. I could feel the frizziness of my messy bun. Any attempt to smooth it down would be pointless.

“Sorry we can’t all look perfect in the morning,” I mumbled.

“You think I look perfect?” he teased. Why did he have to be so obnoxiously endearing?

I took a sip of coffee to distract myself. “Okay,” I started again, but he still interrupted me.

“Is this the part where you ask me not to tell anyone what happened last night?” he asked.

“What?”

“You know. The part where you’re embarrassed by what happened last night and you don’t want anyone to know we made out so you ask me to keep it a secret. But of course, we’ll inevitably slip up and everyone will find out anyway.”

“I told Mattie like the second I saw you,” I said flatly.

His forehead creased. “Oh.”

I let out a small laugh. “Did you think this was one of those movies where the main characters can’t communicate and cause all this unnecessary drama?”

He tilted his head, still smiling. “Maybe. Sounds like fun.”

My grin spread across my face. Oliver might not be the kind of guy I could see myself with, but he was amusing. I’d give him that.

“All I was going to say was that I wasn’t exactly acting like myself last night. I’m sorry for⁠—”

He held up a hand. “Let me stop you right there, because you have absolutely nothing to be sorry for.”

I tipped my head back and resisted groaning. “Fine. Sorry was the wrong word. I’m just trying to say that last night was out of character for me.”

“You mean you don’t typically go around kissing strangers you just met outside a bar? I’m shocked.”

Something about the know-it-all way he said it, eyes staring right into mine, made me want to kiss him all over again to prove him wrong.

“Exactly,” I said instead.

“What sort of person are you then?” he probed.

I took another exaggerated sip of my coffee, staring at him over the lip of my mug. “The kind that doesn’t like to get into the gory details of my psyche before eight in the morning.”

“Got it.” Oliver snapped his fingers. “I’ll wait until the evening.”

“That’s not what I meant.” I narrowed my eyes. “All I’m trying to say is that you shouldn’t expect it to happen again.”