The suit he wears and crisp white shirt beneath are not only slightly rumpled but now partially stained a deep red. Red wine sloshes in the glass gripped in his hand. Well, there’s little left seeing that he’s now wearing most of it, thanks to me. My eyes snap to his when he bursts out laughing.
WHEN U SPLASHED UR WINE INTO ME AND HOW THE BLOOD RUSHED INTO MY CHEEKS
