Chapter 172: Did I Say Anything Wrong?

Summer lay on the bed, eyes closed, brows slightly furrowed as if uncomfortable. Fraser’s gaze wandered over her flushed face, her long lashes, the soft hue of her lips. He reached out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Just as he was about to get up, he felt a tug on his robe sleeve.

She lay there, her innocent eyes wide open, staring at him like a helpless little girl. “Don’t go…”

Fraser raised an eyebrow, half-amused. “Clinging to me now?”

Drunk and dizzy, Summer thought she was in a dream, simply following her true feelings. She nodded seriously. “Mhm. You’re not allowed to leave.”

Fraser looked at her and sighed, completely helpless against her. He lowered his head and kissed her forehead. “If you can’t handle alcohol, don’t drink. Be good; I’ll get you some water and be right back.”

It was unclear if she understood, but this time, Summer obediently let go.

Fraser prepared a cup of honey water, something to ease a hangover. Lifting her into his arms, he held the glass to her lips. “Drink.”

Summer pouted and turned away, pushing his hand away in protest. “No, I don’t want it. It tastes bad.”

After several failed attempts, she remained as stubborn as a three-year-old child. Fraser ran out of patience, so he took a sip of the honey water himself and fed it to her directly, mouth to mouth.

Forced to drink it this way, Summer was furious. With her drunken courage unleashed, she suddenly flipped over and straddled Fraser, biting down on his lips.

Fraser barely felt any pain, only the sweet, wine-scented breath she exhaled, which was somehow intoxicating.

Summer slowly lifted her head, glaring at him with absolutely no intimidation. “Why do you keep bullying me?”

Fraser wrapped an arm around her slim waist, pulling her close so she wouldn’t fall off the bed. “Aren’t you the one bullying me?”

Summer pouted. “Say sorry to me.”

Fraser stared at her adorable, sulky face and, for once, felt like humoring her. His voice turned lazy and laced with amusement as he said, “Sorry, my little princess.”

Summer pushed her luck, poking his chest with her delicate finger. “You… you’re always mean to me.”

Fraser’s dark eyes reflected her face, and he smirked. “Alright, I admit it…”

“And what else?”

“What else?”

Before she could think of anything more, she slowly leaned against his chest and drifted off to sleep.

Fraser chuckled, running his fingers through her hair. Resting his chin against the top of her head, his voice was low and steady. “And also, Summer, I love you.”

The next morning, soft morning light streamed through the gap in the curtains. A sharp alarm tone shattered the quiet. A strong arm suddenly stretched out from beside her, shutting off the alarm before she could.

It took a few seconds for Summer’s brain to process what just happened. Slowly, she opened her drowsy eyes. Looking up, she saw Fraser’s closed eyes, his long lashes casting faint shadows over his face. Even in sleep, he was impossibly handsome.

And then, she realized that she was tightly wrapped around his bare, muscular torso. Summer jolted upright, fully awake.

“Bar…Bar… happened… st… You, why are we—”

Still half-asleep, Fraser turned over, burying his face in the pillow, his back muscles shifting fluidly with the motion. The loose waistband of his pants rested low on his hips, his whole presence radiating lazy sensuality.

Summer poked at his arm. “Hey, why are you here?”

Fraser grumbled irritably, his voice husky with sleep. “This is my house…”

“Then did you do anything…”

Fraser cracked an eye open, smirking slightly. “Do I look that desperate?” Turning onto his back, his deep, unreadable gaze locked onto her. “That you mention it, Summer, do you even know how bad your drinking habits are?”

Fraser pointed at the scratch marks on his chest and arms, which looked like tiny claw marks left by a small cat, red and…

“Well…” Summer suddenly felt guilty. “I was drunk.”

She hesitated, glancing up cautiously. “I… I…”