“Which means fucking in an alley on a cold winter night would be astronomically stupid.”

“You’re drunk,” he reminded her.

“You’re no pillar of sobriety either,” she pointed out.

“I hate your smart mouth,” he hissed, kissing her again until her knee buckled. She wanted the layers of denim and cotton gone, wanted him dragging the swollen head of his dick through her slick folds before slamming into her and ridding her of the ache at her core that threatened to drive her mad.

“I hate you,” she shot back.

He bit her on the neck and then sucked away the sting of his teeth.

“I don’t know what this is,” she said, clawing at his belt.

“Hurry up before we come to our senses.”

Cat’s fingers fumbled with the buckle. “Why are you wearing so many damn clothes?” It wasn’t cold anymore. The heat they were throwing off was enough to chase the winter from the alley.

“Cat?” Her name called from the front of the building reached them both.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Cat chanted. “It’s Paige.”

Noah jumped back and tried to shove his shirt back into his waist band. “Just close your coat, genius,” Cat hissed as she tried to put her boob back in her bra.

“Cat? Oh, uh…” Paige trailed off as she peered into the alley. “Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine,” Cat said, clearing her throat and crossing her arms over her chest. “We’re just telling each other how much we hate each other.”

“Lovely.” Even drunk, Paige had better judgment than Cat. “Why don’t you two call it a night? And we’ll clear the air tomorrow?”

Noah was still staring at Cat as if she were dessert.

“Yeah. Sure. Fine with me.” He rubbed the back of his neck with the hand that had moments ago been clutching her breast.

Cat wet her lips and watched Noah’s eyes narrow in on her mouth.

“Whatever,” she shrugged. When she pushed past Noah, she made sure to drag her knuckles over his still ragingly hard dick.

She heard Paige saying something to Noah, but the blood pumping in her ears muffled the words. She’d just made out with her nemesis. She’d been ready to drop to her knees in an alley to take her mortal enemy’s cock out of his pants and—

“You okay, Cat?” Paige asked, jogging to catch up with her. “That looked like a pretty intense argument back there.”

“Intense,” Cat agreed.

“We’re really going to have to find a way for you two to keep the peace if we want this show to happen,” Paige reminded her. The only hint at her lack of sobriety was the way she closed one eye to better focus on Cat’s face.

“You’re such a weird drunk,” Cat commented.