Sadly, Megan had few qualms about him either. That was the trouble really. She ought to have taken issue with a great many things about him. Some less pressing than others. She should have been concerned with the more immediate issues such as why did she continue to sit on his bed? She'd had her shot of tequila.
What really ought to have set alarms screaming in her head was that just noticeable eye motion he'd made. Just a twitch from eyes to lips and back again, but instead of being a red flag, it sent a little shiver through her. Probably not physically discernible, but she'd felt it. "Bullshit." Was her reply.