He stared at Xaviera Evans's red lips for a long while, leaned in slightly, and spoke coaxingly in a deliberately low voice, "I can make the hangover-cure soup taste less bitter. Would you like to try it?"
Xaviera, her mind numbed by the alcohol, processed his words slowly: "Really...?"
"Of course it's real." Caleb Mamet betrayed no hint of guilt for beguiling a drunk person, he pointed to his lips and solemnly said, "Kiss me, and you'll be able to taste the sweet hangover soup."
Xaviera snorted, "Liar."
Xaviera, after drinking, was softer and cuter than usual. Caleb swallowed, took a sip of the hangover soup, and without a word, brought his lips to hers.
The lingering scent of alcohol and the sweetness of the soup immediately mixed together.
The bowl of hangover soup was fed, sip by sip, from Caleb into Xaviera's mouth. At the end, he rested his forehead against hers and asked in a husky voice, "Is it bitter?"
