Chapter 7: The Aftermath
It was almost 2 am in the morning when the front door creaked open. I smiled at the sound of his footsteps. My heart swelled when I saw the man I hate to love appears with a silly smile plastered on his handsome face while entering the kitchen.
“Are you drunk?” I asked while arranging some zucchini strips on top of the kimbab I’m making. He's attending the after-party, he must've drink with the others. He shook his head adorably. Yup, he didn't smelled like he's having alcohol when he came near me.
“You look happy. You looked so cool tonight.” I smiled as I feel his hands snaking around my waist, pulling me closer to his chest.