FOTRY

KIERA’S POV

The night was still young, and the vodka was flowing like it was going out of style. Gabriel kept pouring himself another shot, and I couldn’t help but tease him.

“Are you trying to become the world’s first human vodka balloon?” I joked, nudging his arm. “I mean, at this rate, you’ll float away.”

He chuckled lightly, “You underestimate my ability to handle my liquor. I’m practically a professional.”

“Oh sure, because we all know that getting hammered at the beach is a sign of high-class behavior,” I shot back, rolling my eyes.

“Hey, I’m making memories here!” He exclaimed, waving his arms dramatically. “Life’s too short not to enjoy a little chaos.”

“Right, and what kind of memories? The kind that involves you face-planting into the sand?” I laughed, but part of me loved this carefree side of him.

With each shot, I watched as his usually sharp gaze softened and his laughter grew louder. There was something infectious about his buzz, and I felt myself getting swept up in it