The waiter suddenly snapped his fingers and said,
"If it's something sweet you want, then I have just the thing for you." He said and then walked away to the drink shelves, leaving both of us on the counter.
It didn't help that it was just the two of us here and there was no one on the counter. Everyone else was at tables and drinking in large and small groups.
They were having fun.
But here I was, fidgeting because the guy I was going to have a one-night stand right was so hot. I gulped.
And to make it worse, he wouldn't stop staring at me, adding to my anxiety levels.
I did my research, and it said if a man stares at you like that, the way he's staring, then that means he's highly interested. I don't want to get ahead of myself but it seems I'm his type.
Thank goodness, then.
I rubbed my cheek, as if there had been something there attracting his attention this whole time but there was nothing, and then the drinks arrived.
"Here you go. The sweetest cocktail in the house." He said and I looked at the glistening blue drink with a cute umbrella at the side, pierced into a single grape.
It looked sweet.
'I wonder what the name of this cocktail is?' I wondered but couldn't bring my thoughts out.
I looked at 'Mike', he was staring at the rim of his glass as if teasing it, and as I stared at it, I felt a little hallucinogenic but quickly snapped out of it.
What was wrong with me? I hadn't even taken a sip and yet it felt like I was already drunk.
"Are you okay?" The bartender asked. "Or does the cocktail not appeal to you?"
"Ah, no, it's not that," I said and quickly drank it, gulping down the entire thing in one go and surprising the two who tilted their heads.
Ah, what did I do? I read that it's not wise to gulp down a drink at once in a bar and yet I did it cause I was so nervous.
I slowly chewed the grape and then swallowed, looking up at them to see their reaction. I hope I didn't come off as odd.
"Damn! You've got guts." The bartender exclaimed and as for 'Mike', he simply smiled. My face heated up and I looked away.
Why was he smiling?
"Do you want seconds?" The bartender asked and I was going to nod when I felt my head sway for a moment.
Mike seemed to have noticed this and said,
"No, he's fine." He sipped his cocktail. "It wouldn't be fun if you passed out from having too many drinks now, would it?"
"S-sorry." I apologized.
I felt a little dizzy. I definitely shouldn't have drunk it so fast.
"Can...can I get a glass of water, please?" I asked and the bartender came back with a glass of water.
I was about to pick it up but it looked like there were two glasses in front of me.
Uh-oh. This was tough. I didn't want to drop the glass.
I gulped, wondering which was the real one when 'Mike' took it, drank a mouthful, and then pulled me closer, sticking his lips to mine and forcing the water down my throat.
I was stunned. So stunned that I didn't even know when I had swallowed the water. My first kiss.
Ahhhhhh. My face grew red and I was sure I would blame it on the alcohol.
"Do you feel like your head is clearer? Or do you want more?" He asked and I nodded. It was as if I felt much more dizzy from that kiss.
He took the water and did the same again, shocking me. I didn't realize I had nodded to him feeding me the water again. My second kiss.
Someone, save me. This is too much for me.
He pulled away and then watched me for a moment and then his lips curled. A little mutter escaped his lips, 'cute', and my eyes widened. I looked at him but it didn't look like he had said anything.
Did I imagine it?
He was talking to the bartender and settling the bills so when did he say that?
'The alcohol is really getting to me.' I thought. 'I'll have to send him back the money for the drinks later.' I looked up at him and watched him get down from his stool.
"Come on, 'Bunny', let's go." He said, and I nodded, taking his hand, he offered and got down.
But the aftermath of the alcohol was still there, and the floor felt like jelly to me, causing me to fall into his body.
"Ah, ah," it was as if I had lost my voice for a moment. His chest... It was so hard. No, it felt great to the touch.
Was I in my right mind? Definitely not.
"If you can't walk, mind if I carry you?" He asked but I shook my head right away, pulling back from his chest with a red face.
"N-no, it's fine," I said, my eyes swirling from the sudden stimulation. "I can walk just fine."
"Are you sure?" He asked, his arms around my waist. "I wouldn't mind holding on to you."
I rolled my eyes away. This was embarrassing.
He kept his arms around my waist till we walked out of the bar. We were now out in the open and I prayed we wouldn't bump shoulders with someone I know.
Well, I'll just act like a jerk and pretend I didn't know them. No one I know would imagine such a character from me anyway. Ahem.
There was a motel very close to that bar and that was where we were headed.
Throughout the walk with his support, I kept quiet. More like, I was listening to my racing thoughts.
It was chaotic up there with debates about whether I was his type or what kind of things this hot guy was into.
I prayed it had nothing to do with BDSM. Well, he said he didn't enjoy such during our chat but he could make me cry. Welp.
I was getting ahead of myself thinking of the things he'd do to make me cry. Just how good was he?
Well, with a body like that, I was sure he was very good at it.
It was only a matter of time for me to find out, right?
"Here we are, 'Bunny'."