The aroma of the alcohol was enticing, making one linger over each sip.
Natalie Vaughn wasn’t sure if she was drunk or not; she only knew she was enveloped by the scent of the alcohol and Zane Thorne’s presence, her entire world contained within this small paradise.
For such a long ti, her tolerance hasn’t improved.
She felt a bit dazed, smiling with a playful innocence.
Suddenly, she rembered that every emotional milestone with Zane seed connected with alcohol.
She asked.
"When did you realize it was that night?"
She was referring to the night she went to the bar to find Zane after knowing she was going to have a blind date.
Zane lowered his head, gazing at Natalie’s flushed cheeks, those eyes like peach blossoms filled with shimring emotions.
"As soon as I saw you, I recognized you."
He hadn’t been able to recognize the girl in the photo as the hopeful encounter in the alley years ago, but upon seeing her in person, everything ca back.
So lively, so full of energy.
Natalie was indeed slightly confused and didn’t catch the profound gaze in Zane’s eyes when he spoke; she only sensed sothing was off but couldn’t pinpoint what it was.
She couldn’t sit still and nestled into Zane’s embrace, leaning against him.
The scent of the alcohol was irresistible, even in her dazed state, she continued to drink.
Zane stayed with her just like that.
Eventually, the two lay on the carpet, gazing at the stars outside the window.
It felt like a utopia.
No matter who finds themselves in such a scenario, they seem to beco completely gentle. Or maybe, everyone has a gentle side.
And Zane’s gentleness was sothing only Natalie could witness.
Gentle people tend to be passionate.
Zane asked Natalie, who was drowsy from the alcohol.
"Baby."
"Hmm?"
"What was it that made you fall in love with ?"
See, the magic of love is imnse. Soone who once thought won were troubleso and avoided romance altogether, after eting Natalie, all their previous words seed to beco re air.
Soone as arrogant and strong as Zane, even finds himself asking such a cliché question while his beloved is not fully sober.
Natalie blinked as the starry haze faded, allowing her to see more clearly. She turned her head slightly, looking at Zane.
She gazed deeply into his profound eyes.
How did she fall in love with Zane?
Perhaps it’s cliché, but initially, it was indeed the hormonal attraction.
That day at the bar, upon seeing that hand resting on the windowsill, she felt that the owner of those hands must be incredibly attractive.
Natalie raised her hand to caress Zane’s brow.
The awareness ca when Zane got his buzz cut and trimd his eyebrows, standing stylishly at the school gate waiting for her, that rebellious person just leaning against a car waiting for her.
When Zane looked over, she distinctly felt a lively, new, and different heartbeat.
The heart skipped was the first ti sitting in his racing car, feeling the speed, feeling his fervor, feeling his unrestrained youth.
The feeling of a kiss.
Their first kiss.
A man like Zane could make even a kiss unforgettable.
What was it later? Perhaps when he first awkwardly dried her hair.
So much, so much.
She always loved the way Zane learned to take care of her.
Lost in her thoughts, Natalie stayed silent without answering Zane’s question. As the impatient man waited, he lowered his forehead to touch hers.
Gently, rubbing against her.
Natalie held his hand and then reached towards his protruding Adam’s apple, eventually her hand ventured inside his shirt, feeling the tattoo on his waist.
Desire sparked the night she first saw that tattoo.
Natalie smiled.
"Do you believe in fate?"
Zane hesitated for a mont.
Fate.
He hadn’t considered it before.
But...
"I believe."
He had not expected those five years to et Natalie again. Back then, she was just a lively little girl in his eyes, bringing him strength was enough, he only thought of her during late nights when he couldn’t endure any longer.
He never had plans to find her.
But fate is so wondrous, heaven brought her again into his world, even weaving threads between them.
Natalie stared at the man’s face with a dazed look.
"I believe too."
Zane’s eyebrows relaxed, but before he could speak, Natalie lifted her head and nose-brushed him.
"Loving you was also destined by heaven."
It’s indescribable.
Too many factors.
Zane has so many qualities worthy of her love.
This response surprised Zane, yet it shook him to his core.
Destined by heaven.
Not defiable.
Zane lowered his head and kissed Natalie earnestly and carefully.
The aroma of alcohol unfolded between their lips; Natalie was drunk, Zane was drunk too. One drunk from the alcohol, the other from love.
...
The aftereffects of the alcohol were not as intense as imagined; when dawn broke, Natalie slowly opened her eyes in Zane’s embrace.
She rembered everything that transpired last night in the attic.
Rembered Zane’s question, rembered her answer.
She felt a bit shy.
She turned around to face Zane, noticing he had awoken. Natalie hurriedly shrank back.
Zane’s eyes quickly beca clear, observing her movent, he raised an eyebrow.
"What’s the matter?"
Natalie whimpered into his chest, embarrassed and playful.
Zane’s heart softened, his eyes filled with laughter. He sat up with ease, then effortlessly pulled Natalie onto his lap.
"What’s wrong in the early morning that you don’t want to look at ?"
Natalie covered her face with her hand, only shaking her head.
Zane thought about last night.
Rembered Natalie’s answer.
It was self-evident.
"Hmm? Do you feel shy after sobering up?"
Natalie withdrew a hand and punched him in the chest.
"Don’t say it."
Zane laughed so heartily his chest shook, he reached out and encompassed Natalie’s small fist.
"Alright, I won’t say it."
Last night, while Natalie was drunk, after bathing her, Zane lazily didn’t fetch her nightgown but dressed her directly in his own clothes.
A white shirt, the morning’s soft light, and the exposed thighs due to movent.
Zane’s gaze darkened swiftly.
Natalie hadn’t yet noticed, with the collar a bit loose, revealing much of her shoulder.
Last night’s romance, they only embraced and kissed.
At this mont, Natalie’s shyness combined with this rather dangerous ti of the morning, Zane was already tempted.
Natalie hadn’t realized the lack of movent, she moved her hand aside, and looked directly into Zane’s possessive eyes filled with desire.
"..."
Wait, wait, wait, isn’t this their first morning of the trip? It’s not quite right, is it?
But Zane already leaned in for a deep kiss.
While Natalie’s eyes opened wide, she finally realized the difference in her clothes.
"..."
Spending the first morning of a trip in bed, is it really okay?
Natalie didn’t know.
Unsure if it was wasting precious ti.
Only...
She could no longer stop Zane.
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