She picked up the champagne glass in front of her and took a slow sip.
The alcohol spread through her body, and I watched as her cheeks flushed pink, her eyes never leaving mine.
"Oliver..." Ella whispered, her voice barely audible.
I understood her longing. Leaning closer, I took her hand in mine.
Ella rose from her seat and pressed herself against me, her body warm and inviting. "Take me to the bedroom, Oliver."
I could tell she wasn’t drunk—just eager, and that only heightened my excitement.
Tilting her head up, she captured my lips in a deep kiss, her tongue slipping into my mouth, tangling with mine in a heated dance.
"My sweetheart, my moon," I murmured between ragged breaths, my fingers tightening gently at the back of her head as I savored the softness of her
