"Anna," he warned, voice low. "You're drunk."
"I'm brave," she corrected, poking his chest lightly. "There's a difference."
She shifted, effectively cornering him against the door, her knee sliding onto the seat beside his thigh. Daniel's back pressed against the car door, and for once, he did not immediately move her away.
"You dragged me away from my fun," she continued quietly. "All strict and scary in front of my friends."
"You were misbehaving," he replied, eyes darkening as his gaze followed every tiny movement she made.
"And you enjoyed it," Anna shot back. "I saw your face."
Daniel let out a slow breath. "Get down."
She shook her head, hair brushing his jaw as she leaned even closer. "Not until you admit you were jealous."
Silence.
Then, very softly, "You were leaning on him."
Anna smiled triumphantly. "Ah."
