On Christmas night, a woman in a sexy Santy outfit showed up at my door past midnight.
Was she there to deliver a gift? Nope! She showed up completely wasted. And the kicker?
She’s my neighbor, and we literally just met yesterday!
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"You can stop pretending to sleep now, Khun Sandy."
"…"
The body in her arms tensed slightly. Caught.
Quinn smirked. She knew it.
"Just so you know," Quinn whispered, her voice low and husky,
"I don’t take advantage of drunk people."
"…"
"But if you really did give the guard my house number on purpose… do you want to come inside my place?"
Quinn asked openly. She wasn’t naïve enough to let a golden opportunity slip by without confirmation. She waited, her heart pounding against her ribs.
A beat of silence passed.
Then, a soft, muffled voice answered from against her chest, barely more than a breath.
"…Can I?"
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READ : Content, Trigger Warning, Sex scene
READ : Please be aware that while this is not a professional human translation, it is a faithful adaptation by the author to make the story accessible to international readers.
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