Chapter 372

Leslie slowly opened her eyes, still a little hazy, but that look in them could hook anyone in an instant. With a soft smile, she asked, "Ricky, where are you going?" Broderick stared at her, gently brushing away her hair from her forehead, his fingertips running lightly across her cheek. "Leslie, you're drunk." His voice was low and hoarse, like he was holding something back. She grinned, playful yet with a hint of mischief. "Ricky, if girls don't get tipsy, guys have no chance. You get it? And FYI, I'm totally fine tonight." Hearing that, something in Broderick's eyes darkened instantly. His breathing got a little ragged. That wasn't just a hint-she was basically spelling it out. He always knew Leslie was bold and straightforward, but he hadn't expected her to take things this far. His heart gave a little jolt. Yeah, she was drunk, and honestly? He hadn't planned on doing anything while she was like this. He had his pride, too. For something like this to happen, it had to be mutual-a