All of Curtis's senses heightened in that instant.
The warmth at his ear and the hot breath on his cheek felt like they were penetrating his soul, overwhelming his entire brain.
"Dakota!"
Suddenly, a sharp scraping sound rang out.
Before Curtis could finish his sentence, Dakota boldly pushed his shoulder.
Caught off guard, he fell into the large circular sofa behind him, still holding Dakota.
The sofa received a heavy impact.
It slid in the direction of the force, the metal legs scraping the ground with a piercing sound.
And then, Dakota's lips grazed Curtis's cheek and landed on his lifted chin.
Curtis's arm bulged with veins.
In that instant, his knuckles tightened around Dakota's waist, his Adam's apple bobbed, and both ears visibly reddened.
Damn...
Damn...
Damn!
Curtis's entire brain went blank.
In the moment their soft lips touched, his rationality and consciousness seemed to burn away, the air so still you could hear their intertwined breaths and the rapid beating of his heart.
And Dakota's kisses continued upward.
Curtis felt a tingling sensation, tilting his head to avoid Dakota's kiss that almost landed on his lips, "Dakota."
He called her name in a hoarse voice.
A pair of hands still bulging with veins gripped her slender waist and her wrists, "Calm down."
"I'm Curtis!"
Curtis thought he was giving a friendly reminder.
After all, they had grown up fighting, and in his view, Dakota could never have any ulterior motives towards him.
But the drunk Dakota was absolutely wild.
She didn't care if the person was Curtis, who she had been at odds with since childhood, even going as far as to pull at his belt, pulling out the hem of his shirt, and placing her palm on his abs.
Curtis: "..."
His abs and spine tensed up.
His adam's apple bobbed frantically.
Finally, as if completely defeated, he fell back into the sofa, helpless, much like that night when she had almost made him lose control.
This time, Curtis found himself equally unable to resist.
Even a little...
Stirring.
Curtis closed his eyes, tilting his chin up, feeling a tingling sensation along his spine from Dakota's kisses, almost succumbing to them despite trying to dodge.
Then, He suddenly felt pain in his chin.
"..."
Well, the puppy had taken a bite again.
Then—
The puppy stopped moving.
Curtis looked at her with a complicated expression, his ears still red from the kisses, "Dakota?"
He tried calling her name.
But Dakota remained motionless on his chest, her hand still inside his shirt, resting on his abs.
Curtis furrowed his brow slightly.
He lifted Dakota's chin with his hand, noticing the flush on her cheeks and realizing that the puppy who had just been playfully poking him was now asleep.
Curtis: "..."
He looked at Dakota with a murky expression.
What was she thinking?
She kissed me?
She actually kissed me again?
Could she possibly like me?
Curtis's mood became increasingly complicated. He patted her cheek, "Wake up, what was that kiss supposed to mean? Explain yourself, Kota!"
He said her nickname through gritted teeth.
But Dakota slapped his hand away, mumbling in her drunken stupor, "Stop it... I'm sleeping! If you bother me again, I'll draw a Pig on your abs!"
Curtis was at a loss for words.
He had every reason to believe she would do something like that and immediately fell silent.
Then, like an innocent man who had been violated and abandoned again, he finally reached his arm under her legs and picked her up.
Tsk...
Boys should indeed protect themselves when they're out.
Now look at this situation.
He hadn't protected himself.
And now he had to bring this drunkard home.
That's enough.
……
The next day, at Whispering Pines.
The golden-edged sun peeked through the clouds, adorning the balloons on the wedding room windows with pretty glitter.
Dakota woke up hungry.
When the sunlight forced her eyes open, she felt a splitting headache, the aftereffects of drinking like a tablet fizzing in water, bubbling and causing pain.
Dakota sat up, supporting herself on the bed.
She rubbed her aching temples, slowly lifting her eyelids to survey the surroundings, realizing she had slept in a man's bedroom last night.
Black, white, and gray decor.
Simple yet exuding a rebellious and bold aura.
On closer inspection, it looked somewhat familiar.
"..."
Dakota's mind slowed for a moment.
Then, as if something clicked, she clutched the blanket tightly and sat up abruptly.
Whispering Pines!
This was her and Curtis's marital home!
How did she end up here?
Dakota's pupils constricted slightly. Just as she was trying to recall what happened after she got drunk last night, a carefree voice drifted over—
"Awake?"
Dakota reflexively looked up, and sure enough, she saw the relaxed and languid figure.
Curtis was wearing a dark robe that made him look coolly desirable, his whole body slouching lazily as he leaned indifferently against the bedroom door frame.
Upon seeing him, Dakota's expression clearly showed disdain, and she gave him a sidelong glance, "You little pup, what are you doing here?"
A soft scoff suddenly echoed.
Curtis held a cup of coffee, taking a small sip with a leisurely demeanor, and cocked his head arrogantly at her, "You don't know why I'm here?"
You could honestly say—last night was a true Curtis adventure.
Never having been in love but always arrogant and domineering, Curtis was first pushed onto the sofa by Dakota and kissed fiercely, completely powerless to resist.
Then, just as the bite mark on his collarbone was fading, she left a new one on his chin.
And then, Dakota kissed him until she fell asleep.
Curtis could only endure the humiliation and carry her home, and just as they arrived, she woke up again, insisting on going to his room to sleep with her head on his abs.
It took him considerable effort to get Dakota to sleep, but she hogged the bed, forcing him to retreat to the pink and fluffy master bedroom, where he ended up with a sore back from sleeping on the cloud-like bed.
And when he woke up, Dakota asked him like a heartless woman, "Last night, after I got drunk, it wasn't you who brought me back, was it?"
Curtis's expression paused for a moment.
He slowly lifted his chin, showing the new mark she had left last night, his dark eyes gazing at her with a mix of emotions, "...You don't remember?"
"No," Dakota shook her head honestly.
She knew her tolerance wasn't good. Most times, once she got drunk, she blacked out and couldn't remember anything.
Curtis: "..."
Fine, kissing and then not taking responsibility.
Curtis let out an ambiguous laugh, seeming angry, and turned to walk away.
But just then.
Behind him came a voice as soft as a cloud, trailing off slightly, "Um... Curtis."
Dakota's voice was tender and soft.
But it wasn't deliberately coquettish, it was the natural result of just waking up in the morning.
Curtis stopped with his hands in his pockets.
He turned his head to look at her, asking irritably, "What?"
Dakota rubbed her stomach, which was aching from the alcohol, "I'm so hungry, can you get me something to eat?"
