MDCF

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Siana looked at the nearly empty wine glass in her hand contemplating whether she needed to drink more when Alan came out of the bathroom. Unlike her, who had tied her gown tight around her waist, Alan tied his loosely so his sculpted chest was fully visible.

Everytime he moved to dry his hair with his towel, his solid chest muscle would ripple. Sian's face heated up. She tried to look everywhere else but his chest. Unable to find anywhere else, she fixated her gaze to the floor. She felt him walk towards her.

"Did you drink the wine?" he asked her.

"Oh , yes," she said, looking up at him once and then hurriedly looking down again.

"Are you drunk?" he asked, leaning down towards her, "You look flushed."

She could smell the pleasant scent of the soap or the oil still lingering on him. She looked at him and her eyes fell on his lips. She saw that he was too close and swallowed. Her heart thumped against her chest. Perhaps it was because only a robe covered him, his features stood out more.

"How many glasses did you drink?" he asked.

"Just two," she stammered.

Everytime he spoke, his breath tickled her cheeks. She didn't know what to do with her hands, so she clenched them tighter, her knuckles turning white.

"Are you nervous?" he asked.

"How do you know?" she asked, surprised.

"You clench your hands like that whenever you are nervous," he said looking at her hands.

"Really?" she asked, looking down at her hands which were squeezed together to the point that they were pale. "Have I always done this?"

"You didn't know?" he asked, smiling softly. "From the time we were kids, you always did that, when you were nervous."

She loosened her hands so that they relaxed into their normal colour. "I didn't know I did that," she said.

"Well, most people don't really know about their own little habits," he said.

He filled a glass for himself and took a sip. "Do you want one more?" he asked, shaking his own glass.

"I am okay," she said. She felt like she was already out of her mind. If she had one more to drink, she didn't know if she would remember anything.

"So did you think about it?" asked Alan, drinking from his glass.

"Huh?" said Siana, absentmindedly.

"When you talked about a guy finishing too fast," he said, "What's your standard for s*x?"

Siana's lip quivered. She had no idea about 'standards' present in s*x. She didn't know much about it. Hell, she had never done it in her life before. She had just blurted it out to make him leave. She knew remotely about s*x from other people, especially Yulia. She didn't respond.

Alan crossed his hands and looked at her embarrassed face. "You said a rabbit finishes in three seconds," he said, "If I hold out for that long, is it ok for you?"

"Uh...," Siana stammered, "Yeah, I guess."

She had no idea how long a man had to last. She silently prayed for this conversation to be over. "So, after we are done and you don't like it," he continued, "I have to back away from my proposal. Don't you think that is unfair for me?"

Siana was bewildered. It was unfair for her that she had been dragged into this when she had made herself clear a hundred times. "How is it unfair for you?" she asked, confused.