Me After Meeting You

Amber didn’t feel anything in particular from his kiss, but his touches made her scalp tingle. His palm was quite large, his fingers cold. As his cold fingertips slowly and lazily drifted across that little area of skin, electric shocks coursed through her whole body, from the tip of her head, through her heart, and then to her toes.

She slumped into his embrace as she moaned out, “Ian ….”

Even she couldn’t even tell if she was trying to stop him or entice him further.

The surge of both emotional and physical numbness gave her a few moments to reflect on her actions, but that quickly all turned to shame-goodness, who would have known that her neck was her sensitive spot!

All this time, Amber had devoted herself to reading and working, to liking and waiting for Calvin. She had excelled at the theoretical aspects of relationships, but in practice, she had never entered into a real relationship before, and especially not one with such intimacy.

She was getting quite nervous, but she was unable to break free. So what could she do? Only close her eyes, accept it, relax her body, and slide down with gravity.

Unable to prevent it herself, she could only pretend to be drunk.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Ian had originally been hugging her, and when he felt her body sag down, he conveniently lifted her up-it wasn’t easy to pretend to be drunk, especially with someone like Ian who always acted unusually.

He picked her up and then sat down where she had originally been sitting. Now, his two legs were clamped against hers, one hand pulling her waist in, and the other very impolitely slipping into her clothes though the space between her breasts.

“….”

Amber immediately sat up and stretched out her hand to clutch that hand of his.

Ian lowered his head and lightly nuzzled her face with his as she smiled and asked, “You’ve woken up from your stupor?” Then he even breathed lightly into her ear and, with an unusually happy tone, said, “You were as nice to touch as I expected.”

“….”

If not for him trapping her legs with his on and him also clutching her hands, she really would have wanted to knee his groin and then punch his face.

But it was just a thought. Since she was unable to actually do it, she could only concede. “Stop messing around,” she said with a sigh. “We’re at someone else’s house.”

Ian didn’t listen to her; his entire being was too stimulated, his breathing heavy, his eyes slightly reddened. Amber turned her face, ready to persuade him again, but all she saw were his scarlet lips, swollen from their kiss, and his deep brows and distinct features. His eyes were shining with delight, just like a rippling pool of water. The wind had blown his usual coldness away, and his whole body radiated a bottomless adulation.

“I want to woo you.” He lightly pecked her lips, pressed his forehead against hers, and then softly said, “Without a contract, and without you feeling any obligation towards me. Just me and you, a man and a woman.”

Ian’s words made Amber’s heart skip a beat. Only after a while did she finally ask, “Why?”

He pulled her hand into his chest and asked, “Can you feel it?” His burning gaze was focused solely on her, and she could clearly see his slightly inclined face under the contrasting illumination of the lambent lamplight in the garden.

His lips curved slightly up, his smile for once somewhat warm and refined with a few glints of gentleness that made it hard to resist. “It’s beating very quickly, isn’t it?”

***

Amber, now lightheaded, was dragged back by Ian, which only made her feel more uncomfortable. Billy opened the door for the two, and she heard him ask, “Is she really that drunk?”

Ian nodded, and Billy clicked his tongue before replying, “She must really like you. Just look at how much she was willing to drink on your behalf even when her tolerance is crap!”

After a lengthy pause, he continued, “Why’d you bring her back here? Take her away! If nothing happens while you’re drunk, then wouldn’t it have been a waste for me to have poured her so much alcohol?”

So he was plotting this all along! Amber stared fiercely at Billy, but it just made her feel dizzy. She rubbed her temples and incoherently rambled, “Billy, don’t you dare be too excessive.”

Her tongue was lolling around, almost dangling out of her mouth. Instead of being threatening, her words had the opposite effect. Billy leaned over and innocently replied, “Dr. Camille, I’m being perfectly honest. I didn’t do anything.”

But behind Amber’s back, he urged Ian on. “Go on, go on.”

Ian pulled her away. His gaze was profound, almost as if he were seriously considering the feasibility of Billy’s suggestion. Amber felt a cool sensation on the back of her neck; his other hand had suddenly started caressing her neck, his fingers lightly stroking the tender skin there.

She struggled and tried to pull away, but she was much too weak to succeed, and when she tried to withdraw into her clothes, he simply extended his entire hand into them.

His touch didn’t make Amber angry, though. Instead, she softly called out, “Ian!”

She actually wanted him to stop messing around, but the lazy positioning of her body and the soft tone of her voice made it appear as if she were simply being coy.

Ian’s hand, which was caressing her neck, suddenly stilled. He lifted his head to look at her, suddenly leaned down, and bit her lips. Before anyone could react, he raised his head and randomly said, “I want to buy a cat!”

Billy was struck dumb.

‘Who could possibly predict Boss Axton’s train of thought?’ He had acted so intimately, and then suddenly blurted out something like that. Were the two things at all related?

Rather, how was wanting to buy a cat relevant to anything happening right now? Billy looked at Ian blankly, still pondering the relationship between him and Amber, when he suddenly saw Amber point her slender finger at Ian and say, “You’re a clean freak. You can’t … can’t raise one.”

Ian lowered his head and bit her lips again.

Billy balked at their display as he made a weird sound. “Urk!”

‘Their intimacy was blinding him! Was Ian provoking him on purpose by not leaving when Billy told him to?! It was just because he didn’t want to see a Public! Display! Of! Affection!’

“You’ll face retribution!” Billy said discontentedly.

And retribution came quickly indeed ….