The Wrong Woman

Mila clenched her fists slowly, trying to calm the turmoil inside her before speaking. “Nate, can I have some time to think?" she asked. "Of course, take all the time you need," Nathan replied.

With heavy steps, Mila trudged up the stairs. Her heart sank even deeper. Returning to her room and freshening up, she carried all her worries into her dreams.

After what felt like ages, Mila felt a soft and pleasant sensation on her lips. A warm breath lightly brushed against her cheek, causing a slight tickle. She opened her sleepy eyes to see Nathan stealing a kiss from her.

She blinked. Then, out of nowhere, she grabbed Nathan's neck with both hands, kissing him back.

Nathan was taken aback. He tried to pull away, but Mila held him tightly and returned his kiss with fervor.

Sensing she wanted to change position, Nathan wrapped his arms around her waist and shifted to the side. Mila leaned into him, and they continued to embrace and kiss passionately.

The room began to heat up as they lost themselves in each other's embrace.

Their kisses grew more intense. Their lips and tongues intertwined in a passionate exchange that became harder to resist.

and she couldn't

stirred at the sounds, but he remained composed. He gently ran his hand along her back as

closely together, and she felt a strong sensation from

her over and pinned Mila beneath him. He seized her wrist and pressed it onto the pillow. Struggling for breath, he pulled away from her lips. His eyes filled with desire

met his gaze. Nathan gazed at her as though spellbound,

Mila asked

tighten. He took a deep breath and whispered, "When you were drunk that night, Wanda, I

“You undressed yourself."

why I don't remember anything and

fingers weaving through her silky hair. His

eyes and nodded.