[ Somehow, the answer makes him sad. Maybe because he thinks that if it were in his control, she'd never have to fave an orgasm. But that's none of his business, not even when she's flushed from drinking and practically glowing. It's impossible to look anywhere but at her, and he makes eye contact as he empties his glass once again. ]
Honestly, I don't consider it a successful first date if there isn't a kiss.
[ He's reaching for the bottle, a little clumsy as he refills his glass. By now he's lost count of how many glasses they've gone through, and no longer finds himself caring. The next question spills out of him without thinking, because if he were, he never would have asked it. ]
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Honestly, I don't consider it a successful first date if there isn't a kiss.
[ He's reaching for the bottle, a little clumsy as he refills his glass. By now he's lost count of how many glasses they've gone through, and no longer finds himself caring. The next question spills out of him without thinking, because if he were, he never would have asked it. ]
Never have I ever been in love.