I woke up to pain. Not emotional pain, physical pain. Because apparently, Leonhart's perfect body can't handle a bit of liquor.
"Ow…" I groaned, sitting up, my hair (well, Leonhart's hair) sticking in every direction. "Seriously? How can someone this tall, this muscular, and this annoyingly flawless have the alcohol tolerance of a toddler?"
I rubbed my face, half-asleep, half-dead. "I swear if Kael asks for another drink again, I'll..."
Then it hit me. Like lightning.
I froze. Blinked once. Twice.
And screamed.
"I kissed him!"
The room echoed with my horror. "Oh my god! I kissed Kael!"
I clutched my head, pacing in circles. "That should've been fine! He's hot! He's infuriating but hot! But nooo...it wasn't me, it was Leonhart's body! That's like… that's like Kael kissing a bro!"
I threw myself face-first onto the bed and muffled a shriek into the pillow.
Knock.
Oh no.
"Eunji."
His voice. Smooth. Calm. A walking serotonin hazard.
