His fingers softly caressed the naked skin of my waist as he took in the contents of the glass down to the very bottom, his eyes closed, like he was imagining that he was not drinking from a glass but drinking from… me. I gently pulled the glass away when it as clear that he was going to empty the cup of its contents. "Hey, this is mine, Neil. I'll pour you another glass if you want a drink so much."
He licked his glistened bottom lip, meeting my eyes with his. "I only want something you already drank out of, babe." As if to prove a point, he swooped down to kiss me again with his lips cold and fruity from the juice. I grinned when he pulled away, lightly smacking his chest. "Neil, why are you being so extra today?"