"Why... why would I talk about that? And you're not the type to be shaken by dreams anyway."
"Secretary Yeo knows well. How weak I become because of those nightmares. It's a sight that people trying to bring me down would love to see. That's why I tried even harder to pretend nothing was wrong. But even that has its limits."
Simon's expression contorted. Ellie's heart sank as she saw his eyes reddening as if he might cry at any moment. Her head spun and her blood rushed through her body.
"How could I endure that without you, Ellie?"
Please don't shake me like this.
She downed the whiskey Simon had poured in one gulp. The alcohol hit her instantly. And at that moment,
Simon's moist, alcohol-dampened lips came crashing down on Ellie's.
It was like a wave. A tsunami.
There was no way to predict or escape it.
As the two frantically explored each other's lips, only the crackling of firewood could be heard above them.
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Rrrring-
