He chugged down the last of his vodka, I followed with the same movement.
"Why don't you talk" he slurred "I mean you look like the type to just talk a lot and I was so excited to listen to your voice for hours" I hid my blush as best I could "you have a beautiful voice" he was non stop complimenting me, only after alcohol of course. "And I thought you were the type to say no to drinks" I responded as sassy as I could. "I guess things aren't always as we seem". He started moving closer to me, we were on a three seater couch, each on separate ends. As the gap closed my breath hitched, he was such a beautiful person and men aren't usually beautiful, it gave me butterfly's to hear what he said. "Kiss me"..
