He looked down at her, and his breath reeked of alcohol. However, Hannah did not find it unpleasant at all. Instead, she felt a little special.
Ralph was still drunk as he stared at her face with blurry eyes. Then he softly muttered, "Annie, don't go. Don't leave me. You're the only one I have. You…"
He lowered his head and planted a firm kiss on her lips. Hannah did not resist as she closed her eyes obediently, wrapping her hands around his neck and welcoming the kiss.
With the alcohol in his system, he kissed her roughly yet tenderly. One moment, he was like a storm trying to swallow her, and the next, he was gentle for fear of hurting her.
Hannah had never experienced anything like it before. Ralph had always been her first for everything, from the first time she held a man's hand to her first kiss.
Now… She could vaguely guess what would happen next, but she did not want to stop. Even more so, she looked forward to it.
The temperature in the room rose quickly, and the empty beer cans around them collided with each other, making rattling sounds. Hannah knew he was drunk, but she did not want to stop him. She wanted to be devoured by him.
…
After a long time, Hannah finally woke up. She sat up, aching all over, but her heart was filled with joy.
This was the first time she had decided for herself what she did with her body and which man she chose to be with.
Hannah turned her head to look at the man who was still asleep next to her before she gently reached out to trace the outline of his cheek. She felt that her bright future had just begun.
Then, she got up and started cleaning up the mess. Just as she was about to carry Ralph to his bed, she realized he was too heavy. In the end, she wrapped a blanket around him, allowing him to continue his slumber.
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