She reached up and touched the collar of my leather jacket. Not grabbing or pulling, just resting her fingertips against the material with enough contact to remind me that I was still wearing it. Still dressed. Still technically capable of leaving if I possessed the willpower of a monk and the survival instincts of someone who'd never seen Aurora smile.
"Addison's asleep," I pointed out.
"Addison's going to be asleep for hours. She doesn't do anything halfway, including unconsciousness." Aurora's fingers moved from my collar to the zipper, pulling it down with the slow precision of someone opening a present. "Besides, she knows about us. She's known since the ferry."
"Known what about us?"
"That you drink from me. That I let you. That we both enjoy it more than we probably should." The jacket fell off my shoulders and landed on the floor behind me. "That I've been planning this since the first time you looked at my chest and tried to pretend you hadn't."
