Feel the Way You Feel, My Love

Shane’s eyes flashed with excitement at the new offer.

Well, I can’t be too unreasonable.

With a grunt, he hung up.

Natalie knew him well enough to know that he had agreed. With a chuckle, she turned her attention back to Joyce. “I’m sacrificing so much for you, Joyce. When we go back, you’re going to work extra hard for me.”

It had been a long day for her, after the jet lag and the night of drinking. Her head began to feel heavy for wanting to get some sleep.

The following day, Joyce woke up feeling rejuvenated. She was dumbfounded at the sight of Natalie sleeping next to her.

“Nat, why are you in my bed?” Joyce gave Natalie a shove.

“What’s going on?” Natalie mumbled as she opened her bleary eyes.

“You tell me! Why are you in my bed?” Joyce persisted.

Natalie massaged her head as she struggled to sit upright. “You have the nerve to ask me that!” she replied in a huff. “You were so drunk last night that after I’d dropped you off in your room, you cried and clung on to me, insisting that I kept you company.”

“Was… was that what happened?” Joyce strained to recall the events of the night before through the haze of champagne and tears. Unfortunately, nothing came to her mind.

suggested. “You had a lot to drink last night. I

left Joyce alone in her room, who was sitting on the bed with a sluggish expression on

the bed as she

quilt was thrown off but he was

did he go?” Natalie muttered to

for him, a pair of arms shot

her back and the frantic breathing on the top

came Shane’s low

her tongue out at

around to face him. After gazing at her for some moments, he lifted her chin to kiss

widened in horror. “I have not brushed my teeth!” she protested as she

did not respond to that either but

a hint of a punishment

Natalie that that was indeed

breaking her promise to him the

attempt to push him away after that realization. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck and responded

mind her stale morning

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