In the fog of vision, Fiona felt someone gently caressing her lips, making her blink slowly, and realized that she was no longer in the bar. There was silence and the smell of soap from the sheets as usual assaulted her nose, but there was something else, the smell of alcohol and someone's body perfume that was so strong but sweet. Her head felt heavy, someone traced her fingers to take off her white tank top. From the top of the bed, she smiled when a man with jet-black hair took off his shirt, showing his broad chest instantly.

"I've never met a girl who innocently asked a stranger to help her drive home drunk. Are you sure you're used to it?"

Fiona felt her head nod, she stretched a little, the man's smile was faintly repulsed. Fiona's dizzy head brought a good mood to her, she liked every unconscious thing she did after being drunk. Especially when someone is unconscious and enjoying it together. Fiona loved it always.

"If one day we meet again and I ask you to be mine, will you?"

Fiona's smile widened, she tried to erase all the fog in her sight but it didn't work. There was only a perfect oval face, with a braided beard waxed and a tall nose when she felt it up close.

They lie on the bed. With the man's body above her. The man's breath blew warmly in front of her face, then Fiona nodded, and chuckled when the man turned her body to the side of the bed so that Fiona was now pressing on the man's broad chest. Their lips drew close, and a wild, quick chorus broke out in the next second. Wrapped in the atmosphere of the night, Fiona felt that her life's problems would be finished, leaving with the alcohol flowing on her skin inches and the man's touch drowned in her dreams.

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