It's still snowing outside, with plenty of snow accumulating on the balcony, and on the sofa too.
She was dressed lightly but didn't feel cold.
Summer Sutton actually had a headache, trying hard to get some air to clear her head.
Rubbing her aching forehead, her voice was a bit accusing, "Did you intentionally watch me get drunk today? Why didn't you warn me?"
It's not like he didn't know her alcohol tolerance.
Adrian Walyon placed the milk aside, walked a few steps towards her, and propped his arms above her. His tall body leaned down, his face getting very, very close to hers, "What if I did?"
Summer Sutton was momentarily stunned, looking at him with a bewildered expression.
"You're not up to any good!" Her eyes sparkling, she accused.
"Yeah, I'm definitely not up to any good!" Adrian Walyon's gaze fell heavily on her, not defending himself at all.
"What else do you want?" Summer Sutton suddenly felt a bit flustered.
