"It's not exactly a random drunk touch, is it?" he questioned, suspicion in his deep eyes.

Claudia felt like crying. She regretted having touched him and then having cowardly lied.

Indeed, one lie led to a thousand more, and even the most crafted tale would eventually unravel.

And now, her mind was blank, unable to concoct another lie to appease Bennett.

Should she simply run away?