"Do you want to or not?"
The words left her mouth like they were the most natural thing in the world.
"What are you even talking about? How drunk are you?"
Aegon could only stare at her with his mouth hanging open. This couldn't be real.
This had to be some fever dream brought on by the booze, or maybe he'd hit his head somewhere.
"Drunk enough I know I want to do this, yet not so drunk I know it's a bad idea. I don't what's gonna happen in that trial but I do know one thing...
I don't what to die a virgin."
She shrugged off her jean jacket, letting it fall carelessly to the marble floor of the pristine bathroom.
The simple act seemed to transform her— gone was the crying, vulnerable girl from moments before, replaced by someone determined to take control of what might be her final days.
Her cream crop top was still soaked with booze, clinging to her skin in a way that made his breath catch. He could see the outline of her pink bra through the thin fabric.
