"Hmm…" Blake titled his head, anxiously thinking of the best answer he could give at that moment.
"Not sure?" She blinked her droopy eyes slowly. "Should we try again?"
Blake was shocked, "Try what? You are too drunk…" He pinched her cheeks.
"I am not drunk…" Marissa slapped his hands from her cheeks and got up to sit on the couch. Her eyes were squinted and her lips were pouty looking at him. "That lips, why does it keep on calling me?"
He smiled and a wide one. How could she behave like this every time she drank? That was why he preferred her to get drunk only in front of him. Afraid this kind of behaviour would attract men who love to take advantage.
"What do my lips say?" He leaned forward.
Marissa lifted her chin and looked up. "Hmm…" She stared hard at his lips, "Hmm…I don't know…"
