Chapter sixty five

Zirah's POV

We kept on drinking, Erica more than me for some reason best known to her.

She would giggle and laugh at the slightest provocation, leaning into me and whispering gibberish.

She was also been flirtatious, very flirtatious.

She was throwing hot, dark looks from her spot over at the bar and would make sure she brushes her body against mine at the slightest opportunity.

Either she subtly caresses my foot with hers, or tucks a stray strand of hair behind my ear, her hand lingering on my skin or brushing her breasts against my arm.

Basically, she was trying to rub herself all over me, which I didn't appreciate but unluckily for me, with each glass that she downs, she also becomes more aggressive.

And I'm in no position to fight her off.

She was currently leaning on my shoulder, her cheeks pressed against my arm, her mouth expelling warm puffs of air on my neck.

I squirmed on the bar stool, trying to push her off but she just snuggled in closer, her eyes half-closed.

She brough