Clarisse admitted that his large hand massaging her had relieved her pain significantly, but the awkwardness of their situation made her want to pull away from him.
"If I haven't done anything, then where are my clothes?"
He continued to hold her in his arms and leisurely massage her, unaffected by her words.
"You took off your clothes yourself. Don't tell me you don't remember?"
Clarisse's face turned completely red. She vaguely recalled having done something irresponsible last night, all because of that drink. Her mind had been clouded by alcohol, and when he said something that provoked her, she acted out of anger.
She buried her head in his bare chest, too embarrassed to continue the conversation. His heartbeat was steady and strong, providing her with a long-lost sense of security. She almost got lost in this warmth, but the next moment, she suddenly came to her senses. She lifted her hand to remove his.
