Curtis was soaking in the water trying to dissipate his desires.
But unexpectedly, just two seconds after suppressing his beastly nature, a sweet scent of peach liquor suddenly invaded his senses.
Curtis suddenly opened his eyes.
He saw Dakota, in her sexy halter swim dress, joyfully rushing towards him in the water.
"Hehe, I missed you so much!"
Dakota wrapped her arms around Curtis's neck, forcefully pressing him against the inner wall of the hot spring, "Toned abs boy!"
Curtis's back suddenly hit the wall, but upon seeing that it was Dakota who jumped in, he instinctively reached out to hold her waist, lifting her to prevent her from slipping in the water.
But Dakota was drunk, she simply leaned forward, sticking to him like a mischievous girl taking advantage of the situation!
Warm and soft, she fell into his embrace.
Curtis, whose desires weren't fully suppressed, suddenly stiffened. He slightly lifted his chin, his deep-set eyes gazing at the starry night sky above.
His Adam's apple rolled, "Kota!"
That hoarse voice seemed to contain the desire of a beast, almost bursting from his throat.
But Dakota was oblivious,
her drunken eyes, tinted with peach color, blinking as she leaned in closer, hugging his neck, "Hmm?"
Curtis: "..."
He tightened his grip on the bones of Dakota's waist, suddenly flipping her over and pressing her against the inner wall of the hot spring, "Do you know what you're doing?!"
Another splash erupted in the hot spring.
Dakota couldn't resist in time,
her wet skirt flaring like a small firework in the water, spinning as she let Curtis overpower her and press her down.
"Trying to seduce me again while drunk, huh?"
Curtis still held back, despite the overwhelming urge to burst forth, using the last bit of his rationality to support Dakota's lower back so she wouldn't bump into the stones due to his movements.
He aggressively bent over her, his dark, smoldering eyes close to hers, "How are you planning to reel me in this time?"
Dakota lifted her face to look at him,
through her hazy, drunken vision, was a face with defiant and captivating eyes, his pitch-black eyes filled with an irresistible desire.
He tilted his head to look at her, like a predator ready to strike.
Yet, due to his height and position, his head was lowered, giving an oddly strong sense of submission.
"Want to kiss me again?"
Curtis lowered his head even closer, confining Dakota in a very tight space.
The drunken Dakota's attention was diverted,
she had originally come for his top-notch physique and abs, but Curtis's mention of "kiss" seemed to bewitch her ears.
Dakota, drunk, lifted her eyes to gaze at his lips.
Curtis's lips were thin, possibly due to drinking a lot of wine today, giving them a somewhat wicked rouge hue.
"Mmph!"
Dakota hummed without a clear response,
but she stood up a bit from the water, moving closer to examine Curtis's lips, her gaze lingering as she couldn't help reaching out to gently press her fingertip against them.
Curtis's pupils froze.
He seemed to have never expected Dakota to make such a move, his breathing instantly disrupted.
Dakota wanted to continue tracing his lip line with her fingertip,
but Curtis suddenly grasped her wrist, narrowing his eyes and asking in a low, hoarse voice, "Kota, what do you mean by this?"
"Hmm?" Dakota looked at his lips with curiosity.
They were beautifully shaped, with an enticing color, and looked even sexier when he spoke, as if they were made for kissing...
"Do you like me?"
Curtis's voice was a bit strained, but the pressure was still intense, as if he had had enough of this ambiguous torture and was determined to get to the bottom of things tonight.
But Dakota seemed not to be listening to him.
She pulled her hand from Curtis's wrist and touched his lips, "Your mouth looks good."
Dakota lifted her eyes to look at Curtis.
Her gaze was sincere and direct, "I want to kiss."
Curtis's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.
His pupils became even darker, as if locking onto the prey before him, "So you like me?"
Dakota only stared at his lips.
Not speaking.
Curtis took a deep breath and moved closer to her, his hoarse voice seeming to suppress desire yet also full of enticement, "Say you like me, and I'll let you kiss."
"Dakota."
He bent his neck to touch his forehead to hers, his warm palms cradling her face, his thumbs gently grazing her ears, "Don't tease me, I can't handle your teasing."
Curtis's voice was deeply resonant.
Half panting, half tempting.
He closed his eyes and calmed himself for a moment, then nudged his forehead against hers, tilting his chin upward, and pressed his nose against hers, asking, "Tell me, do you like me?"
Curtis admitted, he had completely fallen for Dakota.
From the times she drunkenly teased him in the past, to the countless times she unintentionally lured him, to the lust and possessiveness he felt when he saw her in that swimsuit today, all continuously confirmed this conclusion.
And now, all Curtis wanted was an answer, if Dakota would admit this liking, he would unhesitatingly kiss her senseless against these stones.
But the drunk Dakota had no concept of liking.
She just wanted to be mischievous.
Encountering attractive abs made her want to touch them, and attractive lips made her want to kiss them.
It was just that she had mostly been around girls before, so she could only be close to girls like Lailah. This was the first time she encountered someone like Curtis.
Every time she got drunk, she just wanted to be mischievous with him.
Hmm...
Dakota somehow felt a bit more sober.
Maybe it was the intensity of Curtis's presence that made her vision clearer when she met his eyes.
What she saw was no longer just a blurred face or the simple idea of a young guy with abs.
She saw the deep desire in Curtis's eyes and suddenly remembered the locust tree earlier tonight.
He had pressed her against the tree, saying he couldn't be magnanimous, saying he didn't want to share her beauty with other men.
The stirring feeling suddenly surged up again...
Dakota's breathing quickened.
She turned her face away, suddenly feeling a bit reluctant to meet Curtis's eyes in her half-drunk state.
"Still want to kiss?"
Curtis lowered his head, pressing his nose against her cheek, "If you won't admit you like me, it's okay, do you still want to kiss?"
He seemed to be conceding again, taking a step back.
Wanting to hear the answer he desired from Dakota but afraid she wouldn't give it, so retreating a bit.
"As long as you take the initiative to kiss me, anywhere, I'll consider it as you liking me, okay?"
Dakota turned her face back.
She lifted her eyes to look at Curtis's, inadvertently being drawn into his captivating depth.
Her heart began to itch.
A feeling of unfamiliar yet familiar fluttering inexplicably crashed into her chest.
In that single second, whether it was the mischief or the alcohol emboldening her cowardice, she just found Curtis's mouth appealing and wanted to kiss it, so she did.
Dakota hooked her arms around his neck and tiptoed.
She kissed him lightly, like a dragonfly skimming the surface, then bit down on his lip gently, like biting into a piece of jelly, before pulling away.
