James: About this wine? the demoine wine?
Amara: *shock* Are you sure you want to drink that? That is the most expensive wine, right?
James: Yeah, no need to worry about it, okay?
Amara: Are you really sure you want to use that?
James: I will spend billions of dollars just for you. * what we waiting for? Wait, I'm going to get the cup first (a few seconds).
James and Amara are talking about their lives while drinking, and after a after a few hours, the conversation is getting longer.
[few hours]
Amara is so drunk that he says a bunch of stuff to James.
Amara: Oh, James, I wish you kissed me right now, and I like to say that you are really hot, like I want to play with you.
[This is only an act to test her best friend; he's boss. What's James going to do to Amara?]
James: laugh*/
James: Your mouth is dry; you want me to make it softer with my lips? He whispered as his face gradually came closer to mine.
[Amara can't take it anymore, and he's given up, but he likes that behaviour of James.]
Amara: Oh, make it softer. We can make it softer together at the same time, Amara said.
[He suddenly pulled me and leant me against the wall, locked me in his two arms, and kissed me, "me too.]
James' lips met mine with a passion I had never experienced before. His hands were everywhere, tracing lines along my skin and tangling in my hair. I could feel the heat of his body against mine, and it sent shivers down my spine. The taste of his mouth was intoxicating, and I couldn't help but lose myself in the moment.