"Just up here. I'm not having one of your clients find something frilly and thinking it's for them. Or one of mine," she huffed, looking down at him and watching all those different emotions play over his face.

She watched him make his vow, felt just how serious he was about it even though it was said in that lazy, syrupy drunk way. Leaning in, she kissed over where he'd crossed his heart through his shirt. "Already gungho for a wedding, huh?" She kicked her boots off while she was still on all fours, using her feet to wriggle out of them, then flip them off somewhere behind them. Her hand slipped under his shirt, starting to tug it up. "Unless you're too drunk to play, get your ass outta your clothes."