"Let's not talk about it now. You need to rest." Daniel stuttered in the proximity. Her deep gaze entering his soul, and her hot breath brushing against his face, made it difficult for him to think.
His mind was blown, and his thoughts were in tatters, yet the tiny piece of sanity he possessed kept him from succumbing.
Gracey, on the other hand, pouted. "You don't want to be with me," she inquired.
Daniel saw tears in her eyes and hastily shook his head.
"No. That's not what I mean," he instantly responds to her assertions.
"Then why don't you kiss me?" She urged.
"..."
Gracey had lost her mind and was babbling nonsense. Or, more accurately, it is what Daniel thought.
He didn't want to take advantage of a drunk girl. So he did his best to keep it secure.
"I've been looking at your lips, and they're appealing. I usually find them juicy and luscious, yet I avoid kissing you."
