Viola.

"Sure, don't worry. I won't get drunk that easy. Besides, you deep inside want me to be tipsy to do whatever you want with me, right? Admit it-naughty thoughts?"

I said shamelessly bold, and he scratched the back of his neck embarrassed.

Because I caught what was rolling in his mind, flush rising.

What the fuck! All of them like each other!

Just crave for my body, wolves in sheep clothes.

"Crave? Obvious-easy prey," I thought wry.

Yes, except Mathew!

I remember our first ...