"I don't need a fucking special bus," he said, shaking his head and directing a laugh down at the bar. But, he was looking back up at her soon enough. "In fact, I think I'm gonna be the one making sure you don't end up sleeping on the fucking beach tonight."

There was no way he was letting her walk home drunkenly. It was one of the few chivalrous things he'd do for one of the few people that actually mattered to him.

"And do you wanna kiss me?" Nathan asked curiously. "You know, you've never actually said one way or another. You kissed me once to thank me and then lectured me when I said I wanted to kiss you. Not really giving off any specific vibe either time, Caroline. How's a bloke not supposed to be confused?"