ALEXANDER
My eyes widened as I felt Chloe’s grip on my neck tightened. What came over her? The last time I checked, she wasn't interested in these things.
I wouldn't deny that the kiss was intense, but I couldn't bring myself to kiss her back as I suspected she was drunk. Her lips tasted like whiskey—she smelled like it too.
She broke the kiss, her hand was still wrapped around my neck. “Why aren't you kissing me back?” she asked in a hushed tone.
I narrowed my eyes at her, my brows furrowing. “I tasted whiskey in your mouth, pookie. Did you drink? Are you drunk?”
“A bottle isn't enough to make me drunk,” she replied stubbornly. “I'm fine and in a sane mind.”
“So, are you kissing me with a sane mind? Like, are you aware of what you are doing?” I asked in surprise.
“I should be a
