I am sick of this vice. Here I am, pretending to be an incredibly vapid woman who, without actually saying it, begs for his kisses and touch. It appears like I'm the one starting everything off based on my behavior.

I sense that our blood is starting to boil. Whatever it was searching for, my hands couldn't locate it. Under the intense pressure, my mischievous hands only managed to get hold of his hair.

"I beg you,"

It sounds more like a plea than a groan to me. Yeah, I can tell he's intoxicated. I was the one who was acting even more inebriated than he was, yet he's acting...