Jen leaned back against the bench and turned her face upwards to receive his kiss comfortably. She kissed him lazily, an act that reflected her current state of inebriation. Even the way she breathed became a bit sluggish. Lucas smiled against her lips as he noticed the difference in the way she was kissing him.
"Drunk?" he asked her and nipped at her bottom lip.
"Not yet," Jen said and smiled back at him. He was doubtful about her answer, but he pretended to believe her. Jen wrapped her arms around his neck and looked into his eyes. Lucas did not avoid her gaze and smoothened her windblown hair instead.
"Drink slower, okay?" Lucas said and smiled when she nodded. He was then unexpectedly pulled down by her and kissed once again. When Lucas' hand rested on her waist, he could feel the coolness of the silk against his hand and how smooth the texture was.
