It was more instinctive.

The slight scent of alcohol on Isaac reminded her of Jaylen's kiss, flooding her mind.

She hated such feelings.

It wasn't about Isaac.

Ever since that event, she found it hard to be as close to him as before.

Isaac looked surprised for a moment, then returned to his drunken facade, saying, "Come here."

He extended his hand.

"I didn't mean to react like that," Camila confessed, pressing her lips together.

Isaac understood.

He wasn't upset.

It didn't bother him.

Actually, he wasn't really drunk.

He hadn't had much to drink.

He'd been listening to Forrest's ramblings all this time.

Forrest had finished all these bottles.

His act of drunkenness was just a ploy to get closer to her.

Yet, the unease in Camila's heart lingered.

She even resisted his attempts to get closer.

“Let me walk you back. Can you manage?" Camila offered.

Isaac took her hand, earnestly saying, "I just want to be near you."