I replied nonchalantly, “You’re right. It really is brandy.”
I walked ahead, leaving Samuel, who was flushed all the way to his cars, stunned in place.
He quickly caught up and pulled me into a tight embrace, bending slightly to wrap himself around me. He nestled his head into the crook of my neck, squirming like a happy child.
He muttered repeatedly, “I like you so much, Naomi-
Samuel seemed to have sobered up as soon as we arrived home. He pressed me against the door, asking, “Can I kiss you, Naomi?”
When he saw me nodding, his gaze lit up with intense passion. Samuel kissed me to the bed, nipping lightly at my collarbone.
As if sensing my trembling, he paused and closed in on me. He said wetly, “Stop pushing me away, Naomi.”
I unbuckled his belt in the dark.
Yohan drank moodily at the gathering organized by his friends. The gossip around him caught his attention.
Suddenly, he flipped the table beside him.
“What did you say? Samuel is just an adopted son of the Spencers? He has been harboring feelings for Naomi?” His expression darkened immediately, his voice cold like never before.
