He gently pinched her chin, his voice dropping lower." And now, You're calling me a scroundeL? who really have the scroundel way."
"I am not the scroundel! You are!" Willow retorted, her voice thick with drunken defiance.
Rainer chuckled, finding her drunken bravado adorable. He reached out and playfully pinched her cheeks. "Willow, come back to reality. Don't you recognize your own husband?"
Willow furrowed her brow, confusion clouding her features. "My husband? When did I get married?"
She swatted his hand away. "You're definitely not my husband."
Rainer's eyes norrowed , his voice deepening. "Willow, I've warned you about this. Don't say things you don't mean."
Willow's lower lip jutted out in a defiant pout, ready to fire back.
"If you keep spouting nonsense," he murmured, leaning in close, "I'll kiss you."
Willow's eyes widened in alarm . She clapped her hands over her mouth as if to physically prevent him from stealing another kiss.
