Her jaw dropped. "What?"
"No."
The disbelief on her face was too obvious.
"Why?"
"Because you are drunk. You don't know what you're doing. Because tomorrow you'll barely remember this conversation."
Because I loved you too much to take advantage of you. But he didn't say it out loud. Not yet.
Xylia looked personally betrayed. "But I want to."
Aciel gently removed her hand from his tie.
"And tomorrow?"
She opened her mouth. "Tomorrow too. And the day after tomorrow. Everyday. I want you Aciel."
Aciel almost lost control of himself. He wanted her so badly. The thing between his thighs was evidence. It was starting to get hard.
He sighed desperately. Then he guided her toward the stairs.
"You're going to bed."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
The argument continued all the way upstairs, mostly because Xylia refused to surrender.
Even after Aciel managed to guide her safely into her room, she was still glaring at him as if he had committed an unforgivable crime.
