The drunken woman unexpectedly lifted her arms and actively wrapped them around his neck.
"Ose..." she murmured huskily, her voice low, "I must have really liked you before, I must have, otherwise I wouldn't resist your touch, wouldn't resist your kiss. I don't remember the past, but subconsciously I still can't resist you. I think I must have really liked you..."
Crossley rested her head against his chest, listening to the strong and powerful beating of the man's heart, as though talking to herself. She breathed deeply his pleasant scent, feeling her own heart tighten in waves, even starting to ache.
For some inexplicable reason, her eyes welled up with tears. She held his waist tight and then suddenly looked up, tiptoeing to actively once more...
