It wasn’t often you’d fall into your temptation and get wasted like how you did, but today you finally let all things go due to your stress and now you were hungover. Usually, you were a strong drinker, but you had downed so much of it that you had gotten wasted on the spot.

When you finally returned home, you were met by your husband, Suguru, sitting on the couch and waiting for you. He wasn’t mad, just worried. Which would lead to anger. But you didn’t really care, you were out of it. You weren’t yourself.

Minutes after you slammed the door shut and locked it, he was just about to scold you before you suddenly pounced on him, looking at him with passion and a hint of desire. It was like looking at him for the first time again. And then that’s how the two of you got here.

You were straddling him, your hands on his neck as you kissed his lips senselessly, obviously out of your mind, but he didn’t stop you. His black polished nails were sinking into your skin, the nails that you did for him. After pulling away from the kiss, you looked down at his bobbing adam’s apple from him swallowing sharply.

You wanted to kiss it. Oh, wait. You could.