The night was cold, but her body burned with unbearable heat.
What was wrong with her? She stumbled toward the elevator, clutching the golden key card in her hand.
"Room 602."
Ah, her sister had booked a good one. They were supposed to celebrate, drink until morning, laugh, and dream about the bright future ahead after graduating from university.
But why the hell did she feel so hot… so aroused? She hadn't drunk much, definitely not enough to feel this way.
Moments later, she reached the room and unlocked the door. She headed straight to the bathroom, but before she could get far, a strong, masculine arm wrapped around her neck.
"I've been waiting for you… Where have you been?"
Waiting for her? Was she dreaming? Yes, she had drunk too much and fallen asleep, this wasn't real, just a perverted dream, so she could do anything she wanted.
His voice, deep and warm, brushed against the shell of her ear, making her heart pound wildly. A wave of heat and desire surged through her core. She couldn't resist. She couldn't push him away. Not like this.
Not in this state.
Not until she was… released, dream or not, her heart was about to explode. Her thoughts were a blur.
She turned around and froze.
A breathtakingly handsome man stood before her, running his hand through his hair in this dimly lit room made him so godly. Oh my my, look at that jawline!
Good God… how could he…?
She gasped, and swallowed, beads of sweat glistening on her skin.
She couldn't resist the overwhelming urge to kiss him.
On instinct, she rose onto her toes, grabbed the collar of his shirt, and pulled him down, pressing her lips against his.