Only this time, it was a slightly spicier version of the timeline. As the night progressed, and the whiskey glasses kept refilling, his fingers linger longer and he’d be leaning into her body as the group became more lively with the increased intoxication levels. He had unlimited access to touch her discreetly, using his staggering height and her seated position to hide his lingering touches. But because she was seated in front of him, her options to touch him were basically nonexistent and the warmth of her blood was beginning to make her hands twitchy. All earlier worries were erased with the need to just touch him. 