Gabriella unlocked the door broadly and permitted him in. When he was already inside her chamber, she secured the entry and strolled towards the king-sized bed. Jefferson grasped her arm to stop her. “Jeff, you’re under the influence of alcohol.” She resisted.

“Not really,” he said while clasping both of her arms.

Gabriella could smell the alcohol from his breath and yet he still denied that he was intoxicated. “Okay. But we better go to sleep now, it’s late.” She reminded him of the time.

Jefferson stared at the woman in front of him. “Gabby, I like you.” He anticipated for her answer but there was none. She just gaped...