"Are you planning to get yourself drunk.. again?" I turned to the side upon hearing the deep voice that sounded so familiar to me.

My heart rate quickened, and I couldn't contain myself as I quickly downed the three shots of vodka I ordered. The bitterness and warmth registered in my throat and stomach.

"Kent," I called out to him. He approached me and gently patted my head.

"What happened?" he asked immediately after sitting beside me. I continued swallowing one after another until I couldn't take it anymore. Before he could see my tears, I kissed him abruptly.

I started moving my lips against his, but he didn't kiss...