He cupped her face, and his wine-infused breath caressed her nose.
"Will you leave me?" he asked once more.
Irish shook her head and replied, "I won't leave you."
Joseph's lips trembled with heat.
A wave of warmth washed over her forehead, spreading down to her nose.
He sought her lips, and just as their mouths were about to meet, Joseph whispered, "Irish, you have to believe me... I've been... in love with you."
His words caused her heart to skip a beat.
Then, he kissed her passionately.
It was an overwhelming passion.
Irish was still immersed in the sentence he had just said, for a moment, she let him explore without moving. But he may be too drunk, even his fingers did not listen to him.
