It was hard to distinguish reality from fantasy, at least in his current state, where the alcohol in his system seemed to inebriate his ability to think straight.
She could be nothing but his mind playing a trick on him. Soon, she would vanish into thin air as if she never existed in the first place.
But—
No!
She could not be a dream as he felt her warm skin against the palm of his hands. She could not just be his imagination because he sensed how real she was when she wrapped her hands around his neck.
Regardless, it was confusing as his mind jumped from the past to the present and vice versa.
Somehow, it kept reminding him of that night, years ago, when he had her in this similar position. But it also pointed out that she did not want to have anything to do with him.
"Hmm!" Still, the taste of her lips was enough to tell him that he did not want to stop.
Dream or not.
