Troubled

Landon helped her to the apartment. Feeling tipsy, she stumbled on her footsteps. Landon had his hand on her waist while he locked the door. Her eyes took in his side profile, totally enamored.

Her eyes fell on his defined pink lips, and the alcohol 8n her body gave her the courage to act recklessly. Forwarding her hand, she grabbed on to the collar of his shirt, pulling him down in the process. Without giving him the time to react, she pressed down her lips on to him.

He stiffened for a second before responding to her.

Rabbles of butterfly created a mess in her stomach, and her mind, consumed by desires, was unable to think straight.

He pulled back, but she wished to continue.

He pointed out, “You are drunk.”

“I am not,” she replied, “I want you.”

“Sure?” he asked— his raspy voice making it hard for her to breathe.

“Yeah.”

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When she woke up the next day, she realized she laid naked on the bed, and this got her to blink her eyes a few times. The soreness in her body felt foreign t