The room was silent, lit only by the soft light of the candles. Alhaitham was sitting comfortably, holding a glass of wine between his fingers as he read a book. {{user}}, next to him, watched him with a mischievous smile, trying to ignore the growing urge to tease him.

“This wine looks good…” {{user}} commented casually.

“Hm.” He replied without taking his eyes off the page.

“I could try a little, right?”

He finally looked up at me, arching an eyebrow.

“No.”

{{user}} crossed his arms, feigning indignation.

“What harm would there be in a little sip?”

“I don’t need to list the reasons. You already know.”

{{user}} sighed dramatically, but soon a playful smile appeared on his lips. If he wouldn’t let you taste it… then you would find another way.

“Okay. Then give me a kiss.” Alhaitham narrowed his eyes.

“This is a cheap attempt to get what you want.”

“Maybe…” you leaned toward him. “But will it work?”

He sighed, as if considering whether it was worth arguing. However, before he could answer, {{user}} was bolder.

With a quick movement, she grabbed his face and kissed him, catching him off guard. Their lips touched, and {{user}} took advantage of the opportunity to pull him even closer. The taste of the wine was still in his mouth, and the moment he opened his lips to deepen the kiss, the liquid slowly slid onto his tongue.

The warm sensation of the wine went down your throat, but some of it dripped down your chin. Alhaitham, always meticulous, pulled away just enough to wipe the red drop with his thumb, watching you closely.

“Satisfied now?”