Violet's face blushed after what I said, as if I had stumbled on her thoughts and made her feel ashamed. She turned her head and drank from her own cup.
I chuckled. I too was embarrassed about what had just happened.
We continued drinking. When one bottle ran out Violet went to get another. She was silent even on the third bottle. She also seemed to be drunk, actually leaning on the sofa. The lazy posture and luscious appearance made me burn.
Violet saw me looking at her and pulled me by the arm down to the sofa. I fell into her arms, my face naturally bumping into her chest. I enjoyed the bounciness I had experienced before again.
After I enjoyed the ‘facial milk’ again, I wanted to get up, but Violet caught me and wouldn't let me get up.
I hugged her tightly at this moment, and our
