It takes Luke a moment to take her meaning and then he frowns, pushing his glass away. The idea that anyone might need to drink in order to sleep with her is absurd and he leans forward, catching her jaw gently with his hand before he kisses her. It's been a very long time since he's kissed anyone -- Lucy, he remembers, another wolf, the second girlfriend he'd ever had, the attempt at moving on from Jocelyn that he had tried to make over seven years ago -- but it's not an easy thing to forget.

And Mindy's mouth is warm and soft under his. He breathes out against her lips, then nudges the kiss gently deeper, parting her lips with his.