~CLAIR~
I didn't answer him. "Why?", he asks. "What's wrong in tasting the mixture of cocktail and vodka?", I ask him. "You did what?", he asks in surprise.
"Where is bimbo?", I ask him. "Chloe is not a bimbo", he defends. "I meant girlfriend", I say. He frowns. "She's not my girlfriend. Why are you saying this?", he asks. "Why did you let her kiss you?", I ask as tears sting my eyes.
"Is that why you left?", he asks. I look away and bite my lips. He walks closer to me and I my breath hitched at the lack of space.
"Answer me, Clair?", he whispers and I sigh. "You were acting all grumpy with me and you'll be smiling with her. I know I wasn't meant to be jealous but she didn't have to kiss you in front of me", I admit.
His fingers trace up my legs and I feel myself react to his touch.
