It was almost morning, and the party was finally winding down. I was about to step out of the entrance, planning to look for a ride home—if any was passing by.
I followed with my eyes a black car approaching my spot. It stopped right in front of me, and the door swung open. A hand extended toward me, offering a ride. I smiled and accepted. The car started moving shortly after.
Sleep was already tugging at me, so I closed my eyes. I felt his warm hand brush against mine.
"Would you mind crashing at my place?" he asked.
I just nodded. The combination of sleepiness and a little alcohol I'd had made my eyelids heavy, and I soon drifted off.
Minutes later, I woke up, sensing the door opening, but I had no strength to open my eyes. I felt him get down from the car, followed by the sound of another door opening nearby.
"Wake up, sleeping beauty," his calm voice commanded, but I didn't move. I felt his arms lift me, and when I finally opened my eyes, we were already on the stairs. I glanced at him—why did he somehow look even more handsome at this moment?
"Stop staring at me, lady," he said, making me close my eyes in embarrassment. I heard him chuckle softly.
Moments later, the door opened. I felt us enter a room, and he laid me gently on the bed. I blinked, startled, when I met his intense gaze. His face was so close—just inches away.
"Are you drunk?" I muttered to myself. Wait… am I drunk? Why am I even asking that?
He smiled.
"No. I'm not," he replied, making me laugh softly. We just stared at each other. I felt drawn to his gray eyes. Tentatively, I traced his thick eyebrows with two fingers, letting my hand slide down the sides of his eyes until I reached his sharp nose. His skin was flawless—what soap did he even use?
I sighed inwardly.
My fingers eventually reached his soft lips. Even in the dim light, I could see him smile when I touched them.
"Sir…" I murmured, looking back into his eyes.
"Can I kiss you?" I asked. Was I drunk, or was I really saying this? He didn't answer, but I didn't care.
I lifted my hands to his neck, drawing him closer for a kiss. The moment our lips met, an electric shock ran through me. The kiss deepened, becoming more insistent.
I gasped when he bit my lower lip, sending a strange thrill through me. Suddenly, I felt his hand slide to my waist. Goosebumps erupted across my skin. His lips traveled from my chin to my ear, then down my neck. I bit my lip, making a small sound I couldn't hold back. My mind protested, but my body refused to stop him.
His left hand moved up to my shoulder, then tugged my dress down almost halfway. His lips followed, moving lower along my neck, and then… further.
He lifted his gaze toward me, and I thought he might stop. But he bent down again, pressing his lips against my collarbone, and then continued downward, kissing my navel.
He looked back at me, then leaned closer to whisper.
"You're mine. You belong to me now, Gianna," he said.
I didn't know why, but his words made tears spill from my right eye. I smiled, even though I was exhausted.
"I'm sleepy," I whispered, and I heard him laugh.
He adjusted my dress and helped me lie down properly before pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead.
"Goodnight," he whispered, holding me tightly. And together, we finally drifted off to sleep.