C52 Please Gabriel don't

Arianna's POV

The moment our lips touched, my fear got morphed into something else. I kissed him back but I could taste the alcohol on his tongue.

It felt wrong... Yet so right.

He wasn't in the right state of mind.

The more rational part of my brain took control and I pushed him away –or tried to.

"Gabriele, stop!" I said breaking the kiss.

His eyes became even darker