Just then, the waiter returned with another tray of wine. Before I could grab a glass, the man stopped me.
“Take it back. This lady is already very drunk,” he instructed.
The waiter nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
“How dare you snatch my wine!” I fumed. “If you want some, get your own.”
He shook his head, smirking as he tapped my forehead lightly. “You’re such a baddy.”
“I am not bad!” I snapped, the alcohol loosening my tongue. “If I were bad, I would’ve kissed you already.”
Before I could second-guess myself, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him.
What shocked me even more was that he kissed me back.
