KANE POV:
The night had gone from bad to worse in record time. Elena was completely sloshed, teetering between hilariously annoying and dangerously tempting. If there was a Goddess of Self-Control, I needed her intervention immediately.
We were barely halfway through the front door when she stopped, tugging at the neckline of her dress. "It's hot," she declared, her words slightly slurred.
"It's not hot, Elena," I replied, exasperated. "You're just drunk."
She waved me off dismissively. "Nope. Hot. Way too hot."
And then, to my horror, she began tugging at the hem of her dress. "Elena, stop!" I barked, reaching for her hands, but she swatted me away with the agility of someone who had clearly drunk too much.
"I'm just—" She paused to hiccup. "—getting comfortable, Kane. Relax."
Comfortable? She was about to strip naked in the middle of the living room!