Mick is about to agree that he's absolutely the sort that any parent would warn their kids about but then she's pressing up against him, warm and soft and she smells so good. Mick can taste the last shot on her lips and on her tongue, equal parts fruity and sharp and it is so so very easy to get lost in the moment, to get lost in the heat and touch that he'd been craving.

Just for one night.
Only one.