Well, the mouse wasn’t in his right mind yet, so…
“So you don’t drink wine,” I said, referring to dinner.
“I don’t like the taste. When you have a very sensitive tongue like mine, you naturally tend to stay away from spicy, acidic, bitter things… alcohol…” he pointed out the obvious.
I felt warm at the mention of a “very sensitive” tongue. I think he said it on purpose.
“Too bad. Well, I think I’ll serve myself a little more later.”
“…Do you have to get drunk to kiss me?”
I couldn’t help laughing at his falsely innocent tone.
“No, I need to gather a little courage to finish what I started the other day,” I shot back.
“Make me wait five more minutes, and you won’t be the one who has to finish anything, I’ll do all the work,” Alexander replied in a dangerously low and provocative ton
