SUZUE
Writhing.
In bed.
Those were the first thoughts that crossed my mind the moment I woke up with my clothes scattered all over the floor and slightly dizzy from the alcohol.
I had to pick them up one by one, getting myself covered in a span of minutes before dragging my suddenly lazy body towards Takahashi's bathroom.
I shook my head, splashing cold water from the faucet. The door was slightly ajar and he was black out drunk after a round of unbridled passion.
Catching my reflection on the mirror, I began to smirk.
Who knew that Takahashi had such passion when it comes to this? This must be why he never goes on dates. He didn't want to have any complications after spending the night with one woman and then another by the next night.
Briefly turning my attention to his sleeping form on the bed, my mind went back to the days when I had imagined marrying him and raising his children.
I was too naive back then.
