Chapter Thirty Five - Cliff heat

Alexander Nicholas Astley

I quickly looked away when I noticed her restless movements; she wasn't wearing any underwear. Her nipples were visibly pressing against the fabric of her dress.

Something stirred within me at the thought of her in that dress, a dangerous notion now that the alcohol was starting to hit.

If only I’d known this drink would be this hard, I never should’ve brought this aside from my lemonade.

I nervously nibbled my lower lip, toying with my glass. Who was I fooling? Bringing it here was no accident; perhaps deep down, I craved the unexpected.

A heavy sigh escaped my lips before drinking the wine in one shot, I downed the wine in one gulp, my eyes shutting against the searing sensation trailing down my throat.

When I opened my eyes, she was sitting right in front of me. Her ocean-blue eyes felt like they were tempting me to dive into their depths and lose myself.

“W-What are you doing here?” I asked surprised, but she pouted before pointing at the yogurt in the b