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.

became hazy, and she couldn't help but let out a few

the sounds, but he remained composed. He gently ran his hand

Their bodies pressed closely together, and she felt a strong sensation from his lower abdomen. She was filled with a

seized her wrist and pressed it onto the pillow. Struggling for breath, he pulled away

anxiously met his gaze. Nathan gazed at

Mila

whispered, "When you were drunk that night, Wanda, I didn't do anything to you." Mila's face turned even redder

“You undressed yourself."

that explains why I don't remember anything

his fingers weaving through her silky hair. His voice was

eyes and nodded. She was allowing him to