Chapter 2

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A few drinks later, Trisha kept tugging at her nightgown.

“It is so hot in here...”

Nina leaned in with a mischievous grin and flapped the hem of Trisha’s nightgown up and down.

“Does that feel cooler?”

I looked down bashfully, though my eyes could not help but steal glances.

Just last night, I was the one pulling on that exact same nightgown while Nina wore it!

“You are so bad! Chase is still standing right there!”

“Come on, Chase, cheers! Thanks for the amazing food.”

Nina suddenly giggled and spoke up.

“Chase is great in the kitchen. But his homemade pasta is the absolute best.”

“Are you full, Trisha? Do you want a taste of his specialty?”

Nina then nudged me toward the stove.

“Go whip up a bowl of pasta for Trisha.”

I headed toward the kitchen and stopped by the bathroom on the way.

To my surprise, Trisha’s discarded clothes were piled loosely in the laundry basket.

In the living room, their sweet laughter and drunken gossip echoed like birdsong.

Driven by alcohol and raw instinct, my courage swelled.

I stepped a little closer.

A wave of intoxicating scent hit me immediately.

It was a mix of sweet perfume, sweat, and an unmistakable feminine musk.

Just as I picked up her top, footsteps sounded outside the door.

In a panic, I quickly dropped it.

“Chase? Are you... in the bathroom?”

Trisha’s face was flushed red.

She swayed unsteadily, leaning against the wall for support.

Her chest heaved heavily as she caught her breath, exhausted from roughhousing with Nina.

“All yours,” I mumbled awkwardly and brushed past her.

When I got back to the kitchen, the sound of water running came from the bathroom.

Why didn’t she close the door?

Did that mean I had missed my chance?

A pang of regret hit me.

Immediately, I scolded myself.

I could not cross that line. I really shouldn’t.

Yet the more I resisted, the more restless I became.

With a racing heart, I barely managed to finish the pasta.

By the time I brought the bowls to the table, both girls were completely smashed.

“Dinner is ready! Fresh pasta!”

The steaming food brought Nina back to life.

She playfully tapped Trisha’s shoulder.

“Wake up, sleepyhead! Time to eat!”

I watched them quietly.

Seeing Trisha struggling to keep her heavy eyes open, Nina did something unexpected.

She picked up a noodle with her mouth, stepped onto the chair, and dangled it over Trisha’s lips.

“Come on, open up,” Nina slurred.

Trisha tilted her head back and opened her mouth, waiting for the bite.

Suddenly, Trisha reached out and tickled Nina’s waist.

Nina burst out laughing and lost her grip on the noodle.

The warm noodle slid down Trisha’s delicate neck and slipped right into her nightgown.

“Ah! You are terrible!”

“I hate you!”

Trisha slapped Nina’s arm and shook her silk nightgown frantically.

Her full chest bounced beneath the thin fabric, utterly tantalizing.

My throat tightened, and I swallowed hard.

To hide my embarrassment, I grabbed my drink and took a long swig.

Nina groaned that she was exhausted and wanted to lie down.

Within minutes, loud snores drifted from our bedroom.

Seeing me drinking alone, Trisha picked up her glass.

“Chase, why are you drinking in silence?”

She clinked her glass against mine and tried to chug it.

Too drunk to aim properly, the drink spilled all over her chest and collarbone.

“Oh no! It is all over the table too!”

In a daze, she bent down and stretched her pink tongue out, licking the spilled liquor off the wood.

“Hehe, can’t let good drinks go to waste!”

Before she could finish her sentence, she lost her balance and tumbled down.

I rushed forward to catch her, but she squirmed wildly in my grip.

I held her tight to steady her.

In the chaos, my hand accidentally pressed against her soft, ample chest.

Trisha let out a soft gasp, her wild thrashing instantly turning gentle.

She looked up at me with misty eyes.

“Handsome... do you have a girlfriend?”

“You are drunk. Let me help you to bed, okay?”

“I am not drunk... I am totally fine...”

She pushed against my chest, trying to act sober.

In reality, she was completely gone.

Her speech was slurred, her hair messy, and her nightgown tugged open enough to reveal far too much skin.