60 Admit Your Feelings
"Oh I don't like to drink," she said placing the bottle back down.
"At all?" he asked with an interested smile.
She inhaled a breath when he moved his seat over slightly to face her directly.
"Well, sometimes I do... if it's an occasion or a special celebration."
He rested his arm on the table.
"Right...So try it then."
His hand pushed the glass over and she gulped but then shrugged her shoulders and drank from his glass.
She coughed and scrunched up her nose. "Ugh... it's okay I guess."
Will smiled at her cute expression and he placed his fingers on the glass over hers, "You need to drink it slowly, in sips."
He guided the glass to her lips again and looked in her eyes as she sipped the brown, golden drink.
She looked away bashfully, and put the glass down.
He sighed and reached a hand over to touch her hair. She shivered and said, "What are you doing?"