Chapter 13. Quick, Quick (8)

My mind snapped awake from its wine-filled haze. The cold chill made me flinch violently. Before I could twist away, she grabbed my shoulders and pinned me onto the table. “Suhyeon! What are you…” She hastily stripped off my robe. Her kiss was deep and intoxicating. Our tongues tangled, still carrying the lingering taste of wine. The sweet, heavy scent of vanilla filled the air. She pulled away for a moment to throw off her own robe. Like a child playing with clay, she kneaded the unmelted ice cream with both hands, then began smearing it over my body.