The noise interrupted my reminiscence. I shook the water stains from my hands and pushed open the door of the private room. James was sitting in the corner waving at me enthusiastically. I walked towards him and felt glad that I hadn't expressed my feelings to him at that moment. How could people who were in love be generous and not possessive in any way?
Unless they didn't love each other at all.
However, I felt anxious at the same time. Love was like aged wine, and the longer it lasted, the stronger the fermentation became. I had vaguely sensed that my feelings for James were getting out of control and could explode at any moment.
The light inside the bar was dim. I cautiously made my way around the crowd towards the inside, but I didn't expect to trip over the cluttered chairs, and I lost my whole body balance and fell forward.
I felt desperate and thought I was unlucky today. If I fell down, my knees would surely get hurt.
However, the pain I expected didn't come, and James caught me with a strong arm. He grunted and was obviously affected by the force. I subconsciously held onto something, but immediately felt something wrong in my hand.
James grunted lightly.