clouds.
“Are you drunk?” she asked.
Joe, who rarely drank so much that his steps would falter, cupped her face with both hands. He leaned in, pressing a hard kiss to her lips, which were squished into a pout.
Skylar hadn’t expected this from him. “What are you doing?” she asked.
“I want to sleep with you,” Joe said, his tone heavy. He kissed her again before she could respond.
Skylar’s strength was no match for Joe’s. He was like an unyielding wall, impossible to break through.
Her rationality shattered into pieces as Joe kissed her hard.
Joe knew her body all too well. His hands seemed to set her ablaze, igniting every inch of her skin.
Joe went wild when he was drunk. They spent the entire morning in a frenzy in bed. The sheets were left in disarray, and several used condoms littered the floor.
It took Skylar a long time to feel connected to her body again. She wasn’t sure how long she had been in a daze after everything stopped.
Staring at Joe’s sleeping face beside her, with his arm still draped over her, she felt disoriented.
They had been so wild just now. He had called her name multiple times. He was focused and full of emotion as if his madness was all for her.
Gradually, as she regained her strength, she gently slipped from under his arm.
Skylar felt sticky and uncomfortable. She couldn’t stand it any longer.
After a refreshing shower, she changed her clothes and headed downstairs.
She quickly called Caleb. “Caleb, could you help me take a day off? I’ve been feeling unwell and have been asleep until now.”
As she went to the fridge to find something to eat, hoping to regain some energy, she heard a noise at the
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