Well at least she’s not indifferent toward me. This I could work with. “So, you don’t trust yourself with me. Doesn’t that mean something to you?”

“That I’ve had a few drinks and it makes me horny and okay, my body still remembers you? Sure.” I shrug. “People make mistakes while they’re under the influence of alcohol or hormones all the time, it doesn’t mean they want to be with that person. I’m not interested in fucking up my whole life for one night. I don’t want to put myself in a compromising situation to do something I’ll regret.”

“It wouldn’t just be one night, Whitney. It could never just be one night.”

“My mind and my heart beg to differ. I am over you. So yes, it would be one night that I’d regret and be forced to live with the guilt of potentially cheating on my fiancé? No. I don’t want that.”

“Are you trying to convince yourself? Or me?”

“Are you kidding me?” She storms past me and goes toward her car. “I can’t continue to have this conversation with you on my front lawn. If you’re refusing to leave, then we can go somewhere to talk.” She looks so gorgeous in this moment. Angry, her cheeks flushed and her hair slightly bigger, my guess from playing with it like she used to do when she’s nervous.

“I am not letting you drive, get over here,” I tell her, motioning toward my car parked in front of their house.

“What!”

“You’ve had more than a few shots and you don’t even realize that you don’t have shoes on,” I say, pointing to her bare feet. “Do not make me tell you again. You are not driving. Now get over here.”

“I am not getting in your car.”

“Then I guess we aren’t leaving.” We stare at each other for a second before her phone begins to ring in her hands.

She looks visibly panicked at the name on her screen before taking a deep breath. “I haven’t done anything.” She shrugs as if talking to the person on the phone already and not to herself. “Hi baby.”

The word stings and I realize that it’s her fiancé. A term of endearment she’d used for me once upon a time is now being said to another man. She looks up at me and narrows her eyes visibly annoyed.

“Seriously? It’s Jacob, he’s a friend of my parents.”

I raise an eyebrow at her. He’s figured out I’m here already? Her eyes look toward the door and assumedly she realizes that the door camera ratted her out. She tries to hide the fact that she rolls her eyes but I catch it and I wonder if this situation of him questioning her is a frequent occurrence.

“Now suddenly you care where Chloe is?” she jokes. “She’s on her way over. He’s my Godfather and he’s been in Mexico for the past three years and just got back. He wanted to make sure I got back from my parent’s okay since Chloe stayed a little longer. I took an Uber home by myself.”