TWENTY-THREE
"No, she doesn't need anything," Miran voice says from behind her. "Anything from you, that is."
Kim turned back at him, she gave a smile.
"Who?" The waiter gets interrupted by her.
"There is my love," she wrapped her hands around his waist pulling him closer.
"You're drunk?" He clenches his teeth.
"I'm not," she kissed his chest.
"That's enough." he helped her up.
"Stop it!" She says, pushing him back. Her dress really exposed,
"Kimimela?" He moved closer to her.
"Why do you always say I'm yours yet, you abandon me to myself?" she chuckles, with her eyes half closed.
"Because you're mine!" He placed her over his shoulders, taking her away.
"Leave you for two hours and you get drunk?" Miran complained taking off her heels.
"Why are you torturing me?"
"What?"
"You're driving me crazy, Miran!"
"Well, that's what happens when you go against me, you drive me crazy"
"I never went against you."
"You need to sleep"