Dakota felt her fingertips warming up.
In her panic, she had hastily grabbed Curtis's wrist, the touch of skin making her tremble and heat up.
"That... I..."
Dakota was at a loss, yet she refused to let go, fearing Curtis might see the messages in the group.
This is really something!
Who would search for precautions before doing that kind of thing and have their best friend send it right to the person involved?
Ugh, so embarrassing...
But then, a gentle chuckle came from above her.
Curtis leaned in close, his lips near her ear, "What's going on? Mrs. Pineda, your face is so red."
Dakota couldn't help but feel flustered.
She turned her face away in embarrassment, her limbs going limp, "You must be mistaken, why would I be blushing?"
"Oh." Curtis raised an eyebrow.
His gaze slowly drifted down to the neckline of Dakota's nightgown, which had fallen open when she lunged at him, revealing a hint of lace.
Curtis's Adam's apple rolled lightly.
He pretended to be calm, moving his gaze away and then placing his hand on Dakota's lower back.
Dakota felt a warm sensation on her lower back.
Immediately after, her body was pulled by Curtis, nearly falling into his arms.
Before she could react, she heard Curtis's low, husky voice in her ear:
"But what if I... you know?"
Upon hearing this, Dakota's cheeks instantly turned crimson.
She reacted as if electrocuted, hurriedly releasing Curtis's hand and curling up in the blankets, nearly falling off the bed in her panic.
"You, you, you—"
Dakota didn't expect Curtis to be so straightforward.
And so... so...
She couldn't think of any adjectives, and the fear of social death was momentarily forgotten.
"You're being a rogue!"
Dakota rolled over in the blankets, turning her back to Curtis in a huff, "I'm going to sleep!"
Curtis smiled slightly, relaxed.
He knew better than to rush things, even though Dakota had taken a step towards him, emotionally she might not be fully prepared, and he shouldn't push.
But with her soft, warm body in his arms, he caught a glimpse of that kind of beauty again.
Curtis couldn't help but react—it wasn't that he wasn't a gentleman, it was just that he was a normal man.
"Good night." His voice was gentle as he kissed Dakota's hair, "I'll go take a cold shower."
Dakota's eyes widened in shock!
Cold shower!
Her ears tingled again, and the thought of what a cold shower meant made her whole body heat up.
Curtis rose quickly.
He was about to get out of bed for the bathroom when his phone rang.
Curtis answered the call, his voice languid, "What's up?"
Dakota was still curled up in the blankets, thinking about what Curtis had said earlier, completely distracted from the social death in the group chat.
She hadn't even thought about what this call could be about.
Curtis hadn't checked his phone either.
He was lazily walking towards the bathroom when Noe's shout came through the phone:
"Curtis! Curtis, are you there? Where are you?"
"At home." Curtis responded casually.
"Something's wrong!" Noe was in a panic, "Are you available? I remember you live pretty close to Dakota, can you go check on her?"
Curtis: ...?
Hearing "Dakota," he paused, hesitantly glancing at the cocoon-like figure in the bed.
"Dakota? What happened?"
"Haven't you seen the group? Dakota was taken by some guy! I seriously suspect she's being scammed!"
"……?"
"Just—"
Noe found it hard to say but was desperate, "Well, why don't you check the group? Dakota secretly got into a relationship and tonight she seems to be planning to... do that kind of thing with... that guy! She was just consulting Lailah about precautions for the first time!!" "Consulting about precautions for the first time?"
Dakota: ????!!!
"He's talking nonsense!!!"
Dakota suddenly bounced up from the bed with the blankets.
Noe: ?
He paused for a second, doubting his senses, "Curtis, why is there a woman's voice there?"
And it—
sounds very much like Dakota!
