Rein's pov:
"I can do it by myself," I said,reaching for the edge of my dress.
My fingers hesitated.
The silence in the room changed. It thickened, humming with tension. I swallowed hard and began pulling the fabric over my shoulders—slowly.
But then he stepped closer.
Too close.
"Wait," he said, voice low. "There is something I need to see first."
"What?" I asked in confusion.
He stood up ignoring my question, walked to the shelf placed at the left side of the bedroom.
"What are you looking for?"
"I'm looking." He stopped busy pulling something I couldn't recognize.
"Finally, seen it." He said, "Do you wanna drink?" He asked me waving it Infront my eyes.
It's was an alcohol.
"Ok." I nodded my head in response, I had never drank an alcohol before, but I urgently needed it cool my emotions down right now and prepare myself.
He took a glass cup on his table and poured the red wine, "Take." He said, giving me the glass of alcoholic red wine.
