When Ryan finally handed Alice over to the maid, his face was covered in kiss marks, glistening with saliva, and his clothes were so disheveled they were barely presentable. He looked as battle-worn as a soldier who had just survived the Normandy landings.
"Ten minutes! Do you have any idea what those ten minutes were like for me?!"
People learn from experience, and Ryan had definitely learned something new this time: never let Alice near alcohol.
Ryan should've known something was off when Alice downed two cans and immediately flopped over, but he had still overestimated her tolerance.
It wasn't that Alice couldn't handle alcohol well—she couldn't handle it at all.
After just two cans of beer, she clung to Ryan and kissed him for ten straight minutes. And it wasn't like Ryan didn't try to resist. The sad part was, he realized he couldn't even fight her off.