Eleanor set down her cup and sat for a while, but she felt her breathing getting heavier and her face and body growing increasingly hot.
Asher stared at her intently, his Adam's apple moving up and down restlessly, his throat tight and dry.
"Eleanor, "Asher called out hoarsely.
Eleanor, feeling the effects of the alcohol, started to feel dizzy. Hearing her name, she looked up in confusion, her voice soft and tender. "Hm?"
Asher swallowed hard and said in a deep voice, "Eleanor, you're drunk."
After a moment of processing, Eleanor nodded, her response incredibly gentle and compliant. "Yes, I think I'm drunk."
Asher's eyes seemed to hold a fire, the flames burning intensely and spreading rapidly.
The temperature in the cool room seemed to be rising as well.
With great effort, Asher m
