In the dark of the night, Nelson's tall figure looked even more dashing.
Naomi suddenly had the urge to meet him downstairs.
And that was exactly what she did.
A few moments later, she stood in front of Nelson in her slippers and wrapped in a thin shawl.
"Why are you here?"
Nelson's voice was low and hoarse as he replied, "Didn't I tell you already? I missed you!"
As soon as he spoke, Naomi could smell the scent of alcohol from him. She asked gently, "Did you drink tonight? Maybe a dinner party?"
Nelson shook his head and said, "No, it's just that I'm a little annoyed!"
Naomi frowned. It was normal for women in love to lose all brain cells they had.
If a woman was able to stay level-headed in front of their lover, that could mean only one thing: she didn't love him enough!
Coming back, Naomi noticed how annoyed Nelson was. She couldn't help but ask him
curiously.
"Why?"
Before she could finish asking, Nelson suddenly grabbed her and pinned her on the car door. The metallic cold feeling of steel on her bare skin made her hair stand on edge.
"Nelson, it's..."
Before she could say anything further, the overwhelming smell of alcohol overwhelmed her and sealed her lips. At that very moment, all she could remember was her rapidly beating heart, and the blank state of mind at the turn of events.
The only thing she felt was their steady breathing intertwining in the chilly night air.
In the beginning, he just pecked her gently on the lips. He took things up by a notch gradually, possibly because he was caught up in the passionate heat of the moment.
He pried open her lips and deepened the kiss.
Naomi felt that her legs were getting weak. Fortunately, she was leaning against the car, preventing her from falling to the ground.
It was not until she felt that her heart was going to explode that Nelson slowly let Naomi go.
He gently placed his head on her shoulder, burying himself in her hair. All of a sudden, he looked much like a young child who had done something wrong.
"I'm sorry, I lost control!"
Naomi shook her head. A gust of wind blew, and she shivered. At this point in the season, the nights were still long and cold. Since she had just draped a thin shawl over her pajamas, it was inevitable that she'd feel the chill of the night set in.
Nelson reached out and hugged her, asking affectionately, "Are you still cold now?"
Instantly, the warmth from his broad chest and shoulders engulfed her. Naomi shook her head and said, "No, I'm not!"
The two of them stood there for a while, before Nelson finally let go of her.
"I really want to keep holding you like this, but it's getting late. You'd better go back in and rest!"
Naomi nodded. After taking two steps forward, she looked back at Nelson reluctantly.
"Do you want to come over to my house for lunch in a few days?"
"Of course I'd like to!"
"Great. Come over in a few days. I'll talk to my parents first!"
After that, she waved her hand at Nelson and bid him goodbye, "Good night!"
Nelson looked at Naomi's back as she walked into the house. He took a deep breath, took out a cigarette and lit it.
Naomi had just climbed up the stairs when she heard some footsteps.
Eudora was standing in the corridor on the second floor looking at her suspiciously. She asked, "It's so late. Where have you been?"
Naomi was shocked to be caught red-handed. She held back her desire to run away, shook her head and came up with an excuse, "No, I couldn't sleep, so I took a walk in the garden!"
Eudora frowned as she replied, "But your face looks red? Did you catch a cold?"
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