For a moment, their breaths intertwined.
Curtis let out a muffled groan as he fell, his sexy voice echoing in Dakota's ears.
Both were momentarily stunned.
Feeling the softness beneath him and the warmth from her intoxication, Curtis wanted to push himself up using his arms.
But Dakota held onto his neck, pressing him down.
Curtis fell back.
He looked down at her, meeting her drunken, dreamy gaze, and Dakota tilted her face up, blinking her eyes at him coquettishly.
In that moment, Curtis felt as though his soul had been ensnared.
Before he could recover, Dakota pressed his neck again and lifted her face, gently touching her nose to his!
In that moment.
Curtis felt as if electricity had coursed through his brain, and after a flash of sparks, the tight lines of his muscles gradually relaxed.
A primal desire was awakened.
Challenging his central nervous system, about to collapse its defenses.
They were too close...
He could hear Dakota's breathing and the "thump-thump" of her heart, stimulated by the alcohol.
A deadly ambiguity filled the small space between them.
Her soft, sweet fragrance invaded his nostrils, and her silky hair brushed against his tense arms.
Curtis's Adam's apple rolled lightly.
For the first time, looking into Dakota's eyes up close, he felt this kind of intimacy piercing into his soul, irresistible.
Clearly, he was the dominant one.
He should have had all the control, yet he willingly allowed himself to be seduced and captured by the woman before him...
"Can I kiss you?"
Dakota rubbed her nose against his, the intimate friction tickling his already defenseless heart.
Curtis was half-kneeling over her.
He bent his neck to look at her, his sharp, cold eyes swirling with deep, obscure emotions.
For a second, he didn't want to hold back in front of Dakota, wanting to let go completely and indulge himself.
"Baiting me?" His voice was sexy and hoarse.
Dakota's left arm circled Curtis's neck, her right hand running up his nape, threading through his hair and tightening slightly, "Just wanted to mess with you."
She winked at him, seductively.
Curtis's Adam's apple kept rolling.
His dark pupils condensed into an inscrutable line, impulsively deciding to give in, responding with a low "Hmm."
Dakota giggled, lifting her face to get even closer to him.
They exchanged breaths.
Their senses were fully immersed in the undisturbed night.
Curtis watched her like this.
Watching Dakota's face enlarge in front of him, her luscious lips slightly parting, the two lips drawing toward him magnetically.
He was familiar with this.
She would mess with him when she was drunk, and this time, she wanted to kiss him.
Curtis's arm supporting him beside her slowly clenched into a fist.
Veins stood out on the back of his hand and neck, even his ears gradually reddened as if intoxicated by the alcohol on Dakota's breath.
As she drew closer…
His heart was hard to control.
Like he was willing to fully indulge in this game, willing to submit to Dakota's teasing.
Getting closer…
Getting even closer…
It seemed like their lips would meet in the next second.
Curtis also slowly closed his eyes, allowing all his senses to prepare for the impending kiss.
The air was filled with ambiguity, the atmosphere silent.
And his breathing became heavier…
But the drunk Dakota wasn't really conscious, she only felt through her drunken haze that the man in front of her was quite handsome, fitting her taste.
So, she drawn to him, moving closer.
But just before their lips could meet, Dakota suddenly turned her head and fell asleep due to her intoxication.
Curtis waited a long time for the anticipated kiss that never came.
He only felt a weight on his neck, opened his eyes, and saw Dakota's sleeping face, flushed from the alcohol.
Curtis: "..."
He slightly narrowed his dark eyes, his knuckles clearly visible as he threaded his fingers through her soft hair, "Dakota?"
Dakota, who had just been messing around, didn't respond.
Curtis's brow furrowed slightly.
He bent his neck, his tongue lightly touching his molars, seemingly annoyed, "Kota!"
Kota, who wanted to kiss him, had fallen asleep.
Curtis felt like he had a blockage in his throat, unable to go up or down, the heart that had just started to flutter was suddenly cooled down.
She didn't kiss him.
This time, she didn't mess with him.
She fell asleep.
But Curtis couldn't deny the flutter he felt earlier, like an innate male desire finally ignited tonight but left unfulfilled.
...Damn.
He admitted, he lost again.
To Dakota.
He had once again been successfully baited by her!
More importantly, he actually felt a little unwilling.
He even wanted to grab Dakota's chin and kiss her fiercely, repaying all the teasing from earlier.
But Curtis didn't do that.
He used the base of his palm to pinch Dakota's cheek, "Kota, did I owe you in my past life?"
Finally, the sleeping Dakota reacted a bit.
Her arm slid down, hugging Curtis's waist, she whimpered, snuggling closer to him.
Warm and fragrant, she filled his embrace.
Curtis felt all his resolve melt, all his pride seemed powerless.
"Pound——"
The private room door was suddenly pushed open.
Lailah, having fixed her clothes, hurried back to see Dakota holding Curtis's waist, snuggly rubbing against his chest.
The air still lingered with the previous intimacy and ambiguity.
Lailah was momentarily stunned, "You two…"
Curtis's spine suddenly tensed, he straightened his jawline and looked up at Lailah, feeling inexplicably like he was caught cheating, his voice tight, "I—"
"I understand." Lailah raised her hand to interrupt him, "I get it, I get it, you don't need to explain, Curtis, I understand."
She just hadn't recovered yet.
After all, the sight of Dakota and Curtis embracing was just too bizarre.
But thinking about how Dakota loves to mess around when she's drunk, this situation was somewhat expected, Curtis was probably just an innocent victim.
But Curtis didn't know what Lailah understood.
Could it be…
That Lailah knows Dakota likes him?
That's why she wasn't surprised by Dakota clinging to him when drunk?
Curtis pursed his lips and didn't ask further.
He bent down to pick Dakota up from the sofa, "You go home first, I'll take care of her."
Lailah naturally welcomed this.
After all, she really couldn't handle Dakota, figuring Curtis wouldn't just abandon her, she grabbed her bag and fled the scene promptly.
Curtis, of course, took Dakota away, heading straight to their wedding house.
