Chapter 76 Drunk Maggie was Adorable
Maggie savored the sweetness of the drink, her fingers clutching the glass as if she feared Fiorello might snatch it away.
"No, I want to drink more, just a little bit more," she protested, her demeanor utterly endearing.
Fiorello found himself torn between amusement and a tender ache in his heart. This was the first time Maggie had shown such a spoiled side to him.
Taking a seat, Fiorello's voice danced with a teasing lilt as he conceded, "Then you can only have a little bit more."
Maggie's face lit up with joy at his words, her smile directed at Fiorello as she cooed, "Honey, you're so good."
His heart fluttered at her words, a surge of excitement coursing through his veins. His lips curled into a smile as he requested, "Say it one more time."
Maggie, her hand clasping Fiorello's, played the spoiled part perfectly as she pleaded, "Honey, honey, good honey, can you pour me another glass?"
Her inebriated state, coupled with her coquettish and adorable demeanor, was utterly captivating. The way she called him "honey" was enchanting, making Fiorello feel as though sacrificing everything for Maggie would be worth it.
Typically, Maggie was a well-behaved woman, shy and reserved. Their relationship was one of mutual respect, and even the act of holding hands made her palms sweat. Fiorello picked up a bottle of red wine and poured another glass for Maggie.
Maggie held the wine glass as if it were a precious treasure, taking a careful sip. If she knew the true value of each sip, she would be heartbroken. Fiorello asked, "Maggie, do you not drink usually?"
"My mom says I have low alcohol tolerance and doesn't let me drink. I have only had a drink with Dulcinea before," she replied. At their last class reunion, Maggie had opted for fruit juice over alcohol.
Fiorello nodded in approval, "Your mother has foresight. Don't drink when I'm not around." A drunk Maggie was far too alluring for any man to resist.
Maggie propped her head up with one hand and smiled at Fiorello, responding with a simple, "Okay." Her adorableness was irresistible, and Fiorello found himself reaching out to pinch her cheek. But he couldn't bring himself to do it and instead gently stroked it.
Maggie's cheek nestled into his hand like a contented cat, her eyes closed in bliss. In no time at all, she had finished the red wine in her glass.
Seeing her state, Fiorello didn't dare let her drink anymore. He crouched beside her, gently coaxing, "Maggie, let me take you back to your room for rest."
Maggie instinctively nodded, her hands finding their way to Fiorello's shoulders. Opening her eyes, she slurred, "Honey, you look so handsome. I want to kiss you."
Before Fiorello could respond, he felt the soft pressure of her lips against his.
Maggie kissed him, her lips carrying the intoxicating taste of red wine. Her body slipped from the chair, her weight pressing against Fiorello.
Fearing she might fall, he gripped her waist, but he lost his balance, and they both ended up on the floor, Maggie sprawled on top of him.
With rose petals scattered around them, the dim candlelight, lingering kisses, and a hint of ambiguity in the air, Maggie's kisses were awkward yet charming. Her clumsiness only added to his pleasure.
Fiorello propped himself up and said in a hoarse voice, "Maggie, do you know what consequences there will be for flirting with a man?"
Maggie looked at him, her eyes clouded with confusion, and giggled, "What consequences?"
Fiorello chuckled and reassured her, "Go to your room, and you'll find out what consequences there are."
"Well then!" Maggie clung to him stubbornly, the effects of the wine making her even less coherent.
Fiorello carried her back to the room, his desire for her stirring within him. This enchanting creature had ignited a fire within him, and if he didn't extinguish it soon, he feared it would drive him mad.
He placed her on the bed and leaned over, pressing his lips to hers.
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