Page 183 of Embriagado

It most definitely did.

I was sure he’d hit the ever-living-shit out of me now and was well prepared for it when he nonchalantly glanced at his ass.

“So what are you waiting for? Clean me up.”

He turned back around, flopping onto his arms as if sunbathing.

“You’re not mad?” My brows drew inward as I bent closer to him.

“Things like this are bound to happen. Besides, it’s my fault for pushing you this time.”

Shocked, I stared at him. But remembering my task, I grabbed a towel from one of the shelves.

“Are you done?” he asked after a while.

I looked at his pink hole, my cheeks feeling hot.

“Eh… Yeah.”

“Good.”

In seconds, he got to his feet while I stayed on the floor to watch him fix himself back together.

“Hand me my underwear, please.”

I looked around, locating them near my leg. Fetching them, I quickly handed them over.

“Have you calmed down?” he asked while putting them on.

“Calmed down?”

He glanced at me, a serious expression on his face. “Earlier, you seemed to take offense at my words. I… well, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

It was then and there I realized something.

“I-I’m good.”

I realized why I was so emotional over his rejection.

“Good.” He smiled. “Now, hand me my trousers, please.”

I did as he asked and kept sitting on the floor while he put them on.

“We’ll go back to the party together, where you’ll find your brother and leave, alright? I can’t have you running between my legs while I’m working.”

Still trying to make sense of everything going through my head, his voice felt like a distant sound until he called my name, and I looked up.

“Yeah?”

He stared at me, annoyance written on his face. “Have you listened to a word I just said?”

I nodded, brushing a hand through my hair and finally getting up. “Yeah, sorry. I’ll get my brother and go home.”

“Good.” He then bent down, picked something up off the floor, and handed me my shirt. But I didn’t take it, at least not immediately, and instead continued to stare at his hand, remembering how he’d held mine only a little while ago. The same sense of suffocating warmth took over me and⁠—

“Ari.”

“What is it?”