[Remy and Sharon]
She made it to the patio before he caught up with her, gulping from the second drink. Sharon stopped at the patio railing and set the drink down. She turned around to lean back against it, lifing her hands to rest beside her, leaning back and cocking her head to the side. She knew she looked good. She knew he was chasing her now.
But she was starting to feel more tipsy. Shouldn't have downed that drink so fast.
"You're not perfect. No one's perfect. I'm not expecting you to be perfect. Hell, the bad boy thing is a turn-on, of course, but... you can't just not try and then blame your failure on being bad at it."