Nathan Moore's lips pressed directly towards Titus Zane, but at the last moment, he missed the glistening lips and slid sideways, nestling near Titus's ear and spoke in a low and magnetic voice.
"You're drunk. Let's go back."
Titus pushed away the tickling sensation near her ear, looking visibly impatient through her blurred eyes.
"I won't go back. I want to die drunk right here..."
In her drunken stupor, Titus mumbled incoherently, struggling restlessly in Nathan's arms as her brows furrowed impatiently, "I don't want to go back... I can't sleep, I lie awake every night until dawn... I don't want to go back… Can't sleep..."
Titus's slightly pouted full lips expressed her dilemma, almost like a grievance, as Director Moore leaned his handsome face in again, coaxing her patiently by her ear.
"Be good, I'll stay with you, and you'll be able to sleep. Let's go home, okay?"
