bChapter /bb446 /b

    “You’re so annoying,” Sana mumbled drunkenly. Those words came straight from her heart. ‘Wesley keeps bothering bme /band it’s really annoying,‘ she thought.

    “Deal with it,” Wesley replied coldly.

    Sana immediately felt wronged andunched into a whole tirade ofints. Wesley ignored herpletely, calmly driving her back to his ce.

    After making a scene the entire ride, Sana copsed against Wesley the moment they walked through the door. He scooped her up and carried her straight to the bathroom.

    “I’m running you a bath. You wash yourself, got it?” Wesley held her with one arm while turning on the water with the other, speaking to the drunk mess in his arms.

    Sana waspletely wasted. She struggled to lift her head and gave him a dopey smile. “Yeah… Cutie, who are you?”

    Wesley couldn’t help butugh. “You don’t even know who I am, but you came home with me?”

    Sana shrugged carelessly. “What’s there to be scared of? I was just looking for some fun anyway.”

    She reached up with both hands, cupped his face, and kissed him. The moment her soft lips pressed against his, the towel in Wesley’s hand dropped to the floor.

    Sana had no idea she was ying with fire and kept pushing all his buttons. When the kiss ended, Wesley stared at her with intense eyes. He leaned in close and said, “Look carefully. Who am I really?”

    Sana blinked at him, studying his face for a long moment. Then she suddenly threw her arms around his neck and giggled. “Wesley! You’re Wesley. Am I dreaming? Even dream Wesley is so handsome.”

    As Sana spoke, she went full fangirl mode, her wandering hands getting bolder and more inappropriate as she clung to Wesley.

    Thatpletely set Wesley off. He swept her up and carried her straight into the bathtub. Water sshed everywhere, soaking the entire bathroom.

    The fire between them burned until the early hours of the morning. When Sana woke up the next day, she felt like she’d been run over by a truck–everything hurt.

    “What the hell” Sana started to say, then jumped at the sound of her own raspy voice. She sounded like she’d been screaming all night long.

    ‘Wait a minute!‘ Sana thought. She shot/up in bed, only to copse back against the pillow the next second when her lower back protested.

    “Shit!” Sana cursed as the memories ofst night came flooding back.

    ‘How did I end up sleeping with Wesley again? Sana thought frantically. She’d nned bto /bhave a bone/bb–/bbnight /bbstand with /bsomeone else to forget about him, but instead she’d slept with the very person she was btrying /bbto /bbforget/b. ‘bHow /bbwas /bbthat /b

    b08:01 /bThu, b21 /bbAug /b

    supposed to work?‘

    The worst part was remembering all the drunk nonsense she’d said to Wesleyst night. Sana’s face burned bwith /bembarrassment. ‘I can’t face him again!‘ she thought miserably.

    ‘How am I supposed to keep rejecting him after this? He’s going to think I’m ying hard to get!‘ Sana thought. bBut /bhonestly, she wasn’t–she really, truly wasn’t ying games.

    The reality of sleeping with Wesley againpletely overwhelmed Sana. She ignored the aches in her body and quickly grabbed the fresh clothes Wesley had thoughtfully left on the nightstand, pulling them on as fast as she could.

    Wesley wasn’t in the room. He’d gone off to do something else. This was her perfect chance to escape. She couldn’t help feeling anxious about it, but she honestly had no idea how to face Wesley right now.

    ‘Why did Wesley have to bring me back to his cest night?‘ Sana thought. ‘He could’ve just dropped me off at my ownb. /bapartment. Hell, even getting a hotel room would’ve been better than this.‘

    Then again, it was really her own fault for drinking too much in the first ce. Sana pped her cheeks hard, then yanked open the bedroom door and made a beeline for the front entrance.

    Wesley emerged from the kitchen carrying a bowl of oatmeal just in time to see her trying to bolt again. Without thinking, he took one long stride and blocked her path, still holding the steaming bowl. “Stop right there!”

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