Noah smiled with delight, leaning over his broad chest, her fingers restlessly wandering everywhere.
Andrew frowned; something wasn't right. This wasn't her. He couldn't suppress a wave of nausea and disgust, and without thinking, he pushed her away.
Caught off guard, Noah tumbled off the bed, thinking Andrew was just going crazy from the alcohol. She gritted her teeth and took off her bathrobe...
In the early morning, Andrew felt a headache from the hangover even before opening his eyes. He hadn't felt it at the time, just kept drinking, wondering why he wasn't drunk yet. He hadn't expected such a strong aftereffect.
As he moved his body, he froze. There was a smooth, naked body in his arms. He suddenly recoiled as if he had been shocked.
"Why is it you?!" Seeing Noah without clothes, his expression changed. Looking at himself, although his clothes were wrinkled, they were still on.