SELENA'S POV
I’d agreed, just to satisfy my gnawing curiosity of seeing him drunk, but yet I was the one hiccuping and losing my guard over one beer bottle.
I was a light drinker, but not awfully (so I could barely understand why I was already toppling over a bottle when I had been careful enough to take moderate sips), and he seemed to notice that because he was suddenly stealing my second beer bottle away from me.
“Hey, give me that!” I demanded, my words almost a slur over one another as I reached over the table to him to grab the bottle back, but he was as unyielding as a baby's hand in a firm grip.
“What’s your drive for event decoration?” he asked, switching the topic and causing me to grumble, but I soon enough forgot about the bottle and remained bothered by the fact that my
