Artis raised a hand and tapped his lips with a deliberate slowness that could've made a nun reconsider her vows.
"Kiss me..."
Hearing the words, Lui's pants strained harder than a college student's budget. His heart pounded like a drum solo at a rock concert.
'My wife… kissing a hot young guy? Fuck, this is hotter than I expected.'
The thought alone was sparking all kinds of "creative ideas" in his overactive imagination.
But Juliana, ever the wildcard, chuckled softly and reached for the alcohol bottle.
She poured herself a generous drink, never breaking eye contact with Artis as she tilted her head back and downed it like a pro.
Artis raised an eyebrow, impressed. Lui, on the other hand, felt like a deflated balloon. With a disappointed sigh, he spun the bottle again, clinging to hope for the next round of chaos.
This time, the bottle pointed squarely at Juliana again, with the flat end aimed right at Lui.
