After the ball ended, Karl had drunk too much, leaving Marylin to drive them back. She hadn't touched a drop all evening—ever since Karl had admitted that he had kissed her the last time she got drunk, she had kept her guard up.
If he hadn't confessed, she would never have known she'd been taken advantage of, and now, in his presence, she wouldn't let herself drink anything at all.
After experiencing two of his kisses already, Marylin remained hyper-aware around Karl, her senses on high alert.
For Karl, her refusal only made him smile with narrowed eyes, saying nothing. He turned instead to enjoy the drinks with his colleagues and friends. If she wouldn't drink, then he could be the one drunk. After all, he had countless excuses to cling to her.
