Alcohol

They've been working late at Harvey's office, which, as always, means more booze than paperwork.

It's 3 in the morning when Donna gets up from the couch and feels herself wobbling for a moment.

"No, wait," Harvey begs, struggling to his feet to follow her. He's had more to drink than her.

"Call Ray, I can manage to get home just fine," she says, grabbing her belongings.

"No, I don't want to go back alone," he grunts, and when Donna turns after grabbing her coat, Harvey is so close to her that he nearly scorches her. "Stay with me."

"You know we shouldn't," she exhales, swallowing hard and gasping for air. With him so close, it feels like an impossible task.

"Please," he pleads, grabbing her wrist and pulling his face even closer to hers. "Without Jessica here, everything is a mess, and I need you," he mumbles, begging her, resting his forehead against hers, and Donna feels her breath being taken away.

"No, Harvey," she suddenly steps back. "I'm too sober to do this," she says sharply and leaves, with adrenaline coursing through her body.