Justin was taken aback; it was the first time she had been like this with him. After a moment, he kissed her back. The bodyguards, now accustomed to such moments, turned away, pretending to see nothing at all.
After a while, when they parted, both breathless, she slumped against his chest.
"Seems like I can't disappoint you tonight," Justin said, holding her steady. "Hmm?"
There was no response from the drunken woman. Justin lowered his head to look at her. "Natalie?"
Still no response—she had fallen asleep. He chuckled softly in disbelief. "After tempting me, you dare to sleep?" he muttered, lifting her into his arms and carrying her inside the house.
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The next morning, when Natalie woke up, it was late. She struggled to open her eyes, groaning slightly from a splitting headache.
She looked around and realized she was back home. Her clothes had been changed, but she had no memory of how. All she could recall was being at the party and drinking while upset with Justin.
