Jay lowered his gaze, eyes fixed on the silk bracelet wrapped around his wrist. Jay's fingers traced the smooth surface of the bracelet, his breath heavy with restraint.
"You're drunk," Jay's voice was rough, struggling to stay composed.
Liv smirked defiantly, her eyes locked on his. "I'm not drunk," she replied confidently, stepping closer until the scent of her skin and sweet wine filled the air between them.
Jay swallowed hard, still staring at Liv without blinking.
"I'm afraid you'll regret this," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
"What's there to regret with my own husband?" Liv tilted her head up, meeting Jay's much taller frame. To kiss him, she had to stand on tiptoe, which she did without hesitation.
Jay froze under the intensity of Liv's blue gaze, her red hair spilling over her shoulders like wild, fiery maple leaves. Her scent grew stronger, drowning Jay in desire.
"Are you afraid I'm not pure?" Liv's words came out as a challenge.
