CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

“What?” I asked and shrugged.

“You’re drinking a lot.”

“No, I don’t.”

She didn’t reply and that made me slightly insecure and quite pissed.

“I like to drink, but I’m not an alcoholic if that’s what you think.”

“Doesn’t matter. It’s unhealthy.”

I groaned.

“Everyone knows it’s bad for you, you don’t need to lecture me. But it’s a slow and delicious death.”

I smirked and sat back.

“I don’t only drink alcohol, though.”

She raised an eyebrow and waited.

“I drink a lot of tea. Actually, I even eat it.”

I thoroughly enjoyed her confusion.

“How is that possible?”

“Oh, it’s possible.”

I nodded to myself and signed for the waiter for another drink, just to piss her off. This date was actually starting to get interesting.

“No, seriously. How can you eat something that is wet?” she pushed, and I already knew she’d hate the answer. Did I care? Not at all. It was funny as fuck. So I leaned forward on my elbows and locked my eyes with hers, while I grinned mischievously. Then I lowered my voice as i