Dylan Wellington tried to hold his breath and calm himself down as he gently called her, "Skye Brown...You're drunk, wake up."
The man's sexy and deep voice made the already dazed Skye regain a moment of clarity.
"Hmm, Dylan Wellington? Why are you here...This is my bed, I'm going to sleep, you...you go back to your own home..."
Skye was completely dazed.
She glanced around and then placed her delicate chin back on Dylan Wellington's heaving chest.
Oh... her head was spinning...
She shook her head vigorously, her small mouth slightly open, the breaths she exhaled all carrying a faint scent of alcohol.
Hiss——
Dylan Wellington drew in a sharp breath.
Without her usual fierce demeanor, the exceptionally docile girl at this moment actively threw herself onto him.
Her body, so fragrant and soft, was nothing short of endless torture to him.
Maybe he should just take her now...
The wildfire that he'd just suppressed suddenly flared up again.
