I SHIFTED again to my seat and ignored my heart that was beating uncomfortably. Not wanting to be affected by his dark stare so I pulled my strawberry float to suck.
He leaned his back against the couch manly before he spoke.
"How are you?" he asked after a beats of silence.
"Good! I'm good."
I bit my inner lip, I can't help but scold myself for the quick response.
"Good to hear that," he nod, continuing his drink, but his eyes remained dark and intense.
"Uh, how was your wedding?" I said, I almost whispered in the air.
"Yeah, there's no reason for me not to continue getting married, right?" he said under his breath.
His face becoming strange and unreadable. He drank the wine again in his glass.
I sighed silently in my heart and mutter, "Well congrats!"
He chuckled sexily, then
