"Did you miss me…" he whispered. He leaned close, his breath brushing my ear.
"Liahree?"
A chill ran down my spine. Not from his touch, but from the way my name—my real name—fell from his lips like a curse I thought I buried.
My brows met each other and his smirk widened. I felt his hand on my collar and his hazel eyes never faltered from me.
"Ma'am, I'd like to take care of this guest for a moment." He said firmly without looking at the girl beside me.
With that, I found myself pulled by his hand on my collar--my head still wandering due to the alcohol and feet wobbling uncontrollably.
"Get off me, bastard!" I screamed as my shoes screech against the floor, stopping him from taking me to the comfort room.
"Didn't you hear me?! I said get off--"
'Blonk'
My back slammed on the cubicle's door and my eyes shut.
"Liahree, I'm sorry but—"
I felt his lips crash onto my forehead.
"Mmmph!" My eyes widened and I froze in position. His lips pressed against on my hair, lingering there once more
It's soft.
And warm.
I tried to shove him away--but his grip was stronger.
In a blink, I found my arms pinned on top of me.
He pulled away and gazed intensely, his eyes darkening as his chest heaved heavily.
He panted heavily as his hazel eyes raked over my face. "Please be quiet," His deep warm voice echoed, making me pause and stare at him. My heartbeat got louder.
'Badum'
He inhaled sharply and brushed his hair back.
That face. Again.
"Damn it, those eyes." He looked away and a faint blush crept on his cheeks--
"Bleurgh!" I suddenly released my appetite earlier, causing it to stain on his clothes. My eyes widen and quickly covered my mouth to prevent it from vomiting more.
I heard a sigh. "Don't cover your mouth, it's going to spread all over." His voice slow and calm, echoed through my ears as held my wrist gently, pulling me out of the cubicle, going near the sink.
"Hmgh!~" I jumped as I felt water on my wrists. He scrubbed off the junk spilled on my arms. "Can I unbutton your shirt? It's all covered in vomit." He asked, and I just looked at him, my strength wearing off.
My eyes went down my shirt where his hands are pausing. And also on his blazer.
It's all covered in vomit.
I nodded and his fingers quickly unbutton my shirt, tossing it to the side. My hands immediately went to his blazer, unzipping it. I heard him gasp as his stomach clench.
"What are you--"
"There's vomi--bleu..." I gagged, almost vomiting again. I faced the sink with my head hanging down. A hand rubbed my back gently. "Vomit. On your shirt."
"Let it all out." He said calmly, making my eyebrows furrowed.
"What do you take me for? A kid--"
With that, I let it out again and making my vision blurry. The music from outside stopped and I felt all my strength withering.
'Thud'
To be continued....