"Did you mean it? Do you really not like me?"
"When did I say that I didn't?"
"So then does that mean...does it mean you do like me?"
Julian shrugged, taking up his glass and extending it toward her. "At least share."
"Mine..." Larisa hugged the bottle even tighter. "It's mine until you give me a proper answer."
Julian chuckled again. "You're an even naughtier drunk than I thought you were."
"I'm not drunk. I just want to know if you like me or not."
Julian placed the wine glass back onto the table and then leaned closer to her; too close. "Do you want me to?"
Larisa swallowed, her mouth hovering over the rim of the bottle, but she dared not drink. Did she want him to like her?
Having a man like Julian like her would be nothing short of an honor, and she'd also be able to trick th
