"No." Ansel Balder's hands cupped Daphne Tjia's cheeks, feeling her wine-scented breath. "You're drunk."
"You pretend to know. Pretending to know I'll be happy, knowing what I need and want." Daphne Tjia pointed at Alec's chest with her forefinger. "You. Always. Pretending to know."
Slowly Ansel Balder's fingers brushed against Daphne Tjia's lips, wiping the rest of the wine with great tenderness. Daphne Tjia was getting bolder and bolder, pushing Ansel Balder until the man fell into a chair, and then Daphne Tjia sat on his lap.
"You should drink too, B," said Daphne Tjia while bringing her lips that Ansel Balder had touched earlier, linking them so that Ansel Balder could taste the sweetness of red wine. Ansel Balder's lips opened, presenting a slight gap that allowed Daphne Tjia to insert his lips there, pressing them with an intensity Ansel Balder had never imagined.