SABRINA
One moment, I was speaking with Seth and the next moment his lips were locked on mine. I was shocked for the first few seconds, letting him to ki$$ and nibble my lips, and when I fially snapped back into reality, I pushed him away.
I sprang to my feet, swiftly creating a physical gap between us. "Seth, what on earth were you thinking?" I questioned with an exasperated tone.
Seth nervously moistened his lips, refusing to meet my eyes as he gazed downwards. "I apologize," he muttered, "I didn't intend for that to happen. It's just that so much has been happening, and I was a bit under the influence."
Doubts about his level of intoxication nagged at me, particularly given his coherent conversation with the private investigator just moments ago. In an attempt to alleviate the obv
