The next morning, Lucian woke up first.
Roxanne had drunk too much and gone through a lot the night before, so she was still fast asleep in his arms.
Lowering his head, Lucian was met with the adorable sight of Roxanne's face. Her breaths were soft and steady, her long, doll-like lashes quivering slightly.
When he moved his gaze downward, the marks he left on her body came into view.
Right at that moment, memories of the previous night rushed into Lucian's head.
His breathing turned labored as he wrapped his arms around Roxanne tightly. Overcome by his emotions, he trailed feather-light kisses on her forehead, her eyes, and down her neck.
Feeling something ticklish on her face, Roxanne struggled to wake up.
When she opened her eyes, she saw Lucian's handsome features right before her and felt his hot breath fanning over her face.
Lucian was holding her waist, his touch scorching her skin.
Roxanne froze for a few seconds before realization hit her. Like a startled prey, she shoved Lucian away and bolted upright in bed while holding the blanket to her body.
The soreness that shot up from her waist made her flinch, but she gritted her teeth and stopped herself from crying out.
“You...”
She widened her eyes in panic and questioned, “What happened? Why are we here like this?”
Lucian couldn't help but frown when she suddenly pushed him. “You don't remember?”
Roxanne was tense all over, and upon hearing Lucian's question, she was further taken aback. “What do you mean?”
Even though she did not want to face the truth, her sore waist and the marks on her body were solid evidence of what had happened.
Last night, we really...
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