?


    York gave Leda a look that screamed, "You expect me to believe that?"


    As she turned to head back to her room, he suddenly piped up, "How about a drink?"


    Leda nced back, her eyes sweeping over the frosted decanter.


    It was her favorite wine, perfectly chilled...


    "Sure, pour me a ss!" she couldn''t resist the temptation.


    York immediately went to grab sses.


    "Here, try this. I promise you''ll love it!" he boasted as he handed her a ss.


    Leda took it with a smirk, "That''s because my taste in wine is impable."


    "Of course, your taste in wine and my skills make a perfect match, right?"


    "Your ''skills'' are questionable at best. Leave me out of it." Leda retorted, taking a sip.


    York was left speechless, clearly not used to losing.


    With just one sip, Leda had to admit, York did have a knack for this.


    "Not bad, huh?" he asked, a hint of pride in his voice.


    "It''s alright," she replied, not wanting to inte his ego further.


    "Just alright?!"


    Taking another sip, Leda hummed in approval.


    "


    "Hey, you gonna finish your instant noodles? They''re getting soggy."


    "Damn, they''ve gone soft?" York quickly went back to slurping up his meal.


    After finishing his noodles, an empty wine ss was thrust in front of him.


    The clear ss, its curved sides, and Leda''s slender fingers holding it unexpectedly caught his eye. Her delicate wrists, the fair back of her hand, even the nails painted a soft pink hue mesmerized him. "Did you hear me?!"


    "Huh?" York looked up, his expression a mix of confusion and daze, "What did you say?"


    "Another ss."


    "Oh, right!"


    In his flustered state, he reached out to take the ss but instead grabbed her hand firmly.


    That shock


    felt electric, sending a his head down to his e


    toes, every pore tightening


    uncontrobly. Conta


    Snap!


    York was taken aback, instinctively retracting his hand, only to see a red mark.


    "Why''d you hit me?"


    "I asked for wine, not a sleazy move. That''s for being a creep!"


    "It was an ident! I didn''t mean to... It''s not like I touched you anywhere inappropriate..."


    His voice trailed off, losing steam as he spoke.


    Whether it was ack of conviction or simply embarrassment, he definitely didn''t have the upper hand.


    Leda red. "You''re thinking of


    touching me elsewhere? How about


    you shoot for the stars instead? Clearly, you''re too used to getting away with this kind of behavior."


    "Consider yourself lucky I didn''t p your face. And you darein?!"


    "


    York was at a loss for words.


    "I... What ''I''? Admit your mistake and take the punishment without excuses."


    He couldn''t win this argument, not by a long shot.


    In the end, he could only dutifully pour her another ss.


    "Alright, I apologize. Please, enjoy your drink."


    "That''s more like it."Còntens bel0ngs to N?(v)elDr/a/ma.Org


    Leda sipped her drink,fortably settling into the couch.


    York poured himself another as well.


    The more they drank, the more intoxicating the wine felt. Leda be fierce, but her taste was certainly on point.


    As the night deepened, with each ss they drank, their buzz grew stronger...