Chapter 19：I feel a lot better now. (1/2)

(Note: Suggestive dialogues are present in this chapter. Nothing straight out R-18 yet, but hopefully it'll still be worth your while!)

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The poor 'deer' in front of me seems to be at a loss at what to do.

Jett ends up fidgeting while staring at the glass of whiskey he's nursing.

I study his face, which looks quite defeated at the moment. Like he has already resigned himself to a night filled with scolding.

My chest tightens at the pitiful sight. I'm sorry, Jett, but...

Setting my drink down, I turn my face the opposite way and my body starts to tremble silently.

...

”PFFT!!! HAHAHA! I can't hold it in anymore! You're too much! I'm not THAT mean, come on. Your reaction's so over the top. I should be insulted to see that, even.” I clutch my sides, doubling over.

Some tears seep out the corner of my eyes from laughing too much. ”Ahhh! I needed that. I feel a lot better now.”

”You KNOW... if anything, I SHOULD be thanking you for helping me earlier. So... thanks.” I show him my best smile.

Jett groans and isn't sure if he should feel relieved or annoyed.

”So, was it fun playing that literal 'Hide and Seek Therysia' game you had going with Mr. Hille?” I tease.

He glares at me but answers anyway, ”Well, both of us were a little too preoccupied with some things if you must know. I was too focused on getting him away from you, and he was too agitated with my lie.”

Tilting my glass, the ice that was at the bottom slides down to meet my lips as I suck what remains of the scotch whiskey.

I glance towards the bartender to order another drink. This time, I've gone with a smooth tequila with a side of Calamansi [1] and salt.

Sprinkling some salt onto the citrus, I drink the tequila in one shot. As a chaser, I immediately suck on the fruit.

God, that's delicious.

My mouth's salivating from how well the flavors are working so well together. Such a fantastic combination!

I order another and drink it in one go, letting out a deep and satisfied sigh.

Hearing a soft chuckle, I look towards Jett. I take a peek at the glass he's holding. The scotch he was carefully drinking sips of at first, is all gone now.

My brows arch, wondering if he's making fun of me. So I ask him, pouting. ”Hmph. What is it?”

”Nah. It's nothing bad...” He says softly.

”... I think that maybe... you haven't changed as much as I thought, after all.” Jett stretches out a hand, and I flinch as he slowly traces the side of my face to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.

The way his finger slides down the edge of my ear is driving me crazy.

Am I THIS hard up that even a simple touch is having this much of an effect on me?

Without much of a choice, I end up pressing my thighs together. Hoping that doing so could ease the ache I feel between my legs.

My heart skips a beat, and my breath hitches as he caresses the sides of my cheek and jaw all over.

Whimpering, all I could really do to squirm uncomfortably in my seat.

”We weren't old enough to drink liquor back then, but you still look just as adorable as when you were enjoying that strawberry milkshake that you loved since you were 7.” Jett smiles at me so innocently... so sweetly, that I die a little inside.

If I wasn't red enough from all the alcohol, my face is undoubtedly ripe to bursting now.

The fact that he's probably utterly oblivious to how much damage he's causing to my heart at the moment, is the craziest AND most frustrating part of it all.