"You really shouldn't drink so much." Eileen's heart was filled with sadness.
Chris' deep eyes were full of intoxication, and he stared at her in fascination. "As long as you pour it for me, I will drink it no matter what it is."
Eileen was immediately panicked, almost suspecting that he had learned of her plan. She took a step back in fear, but his strong arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her back.
"Give me a kiss, Eileen," he said with half-closed eyes.
She helped Chris, who was a head taller than her, to his feet. He buried his head in the crook of her neck, pleading softly with an irresistible tone, "Just one kiss. That's all I ask. Are you unwilling to give me even that?"
Eileen trembled uncontrollably; a strong sense of guilt and sweetness hit her at the same time. Her bra
