Jacob gently took my hands off his face but held onto them. He gave me a worried gaze, "How many glasses did you drink?"
I narrowed my eyes and tried to remember. "I lost count on the fourth glass. But, if it makes you happy, I got two bottles. One of them is already empty and the other half-empty. How many glasses do you think that is?" I asked.
Jacob sighed, "Too much."
I giggled. "Really?! Aren't you proud of me, then? I think I'm building tolerance," I said and looked at my hands that he was holding.
"If you were building tolerance, you shouldn't have ended up in my room," he replied.
I pouted, "So you're not proud of me? But, the reason I came here is because I wanted to talk to you."
"Talk to me?" Jacob looked at me amused.
I nodded, "I was calling your name by the door. Oh wait… I was whispering so the others won't wake up. It's going to be scandalous if they see me in your room."
"Scandalous, huh?"
