He tightened the corners of his lips, and was about to lift his arm to hold her hand when she suddenly lurched forward, her head nestling into his neck, "Then, let's change the stake, brother. If you lose the bet, you'll be my boyfriend; if you win, I'll be your girlfriend, and then I'll help you celebrate in bed..."
His body shuddered violently, then he replayed her words in his mind, lingering on "help you celebrate in bed." Fearing she would fall off the bed since she had just leaned forward, he reached out to support her waist, feeling a surge of heat.
Her head resting on his shoulder, her breath soft and tinged with a faint scent of alcohol, continually brushing against his ear.
His fingers gripping her waist couldn't help but tighten their hold.
Her fair little hand was still recklessly tugging at his shirt, crumpling it.
His Adam's apple bobbed up and down several times, unable to restrain himself from drawing closer to her.
