18 - Edge’s Packhouse

“I am?” I looked into his eyes, and smiled. Absolutely oblivious to what was happening right now.

My body felt hot all over, an intense desire was overwhelming me deeply but my mind was shutting down from all the drinks I had gulped down one after another.

He took a very deep, shuddering breath and looked away. When I suddenly fell quiet, he turned his head again to look into my eyes, and when he did, he found me fast asleep.

While I lay unaware, completely wasted in my bed, he was still feeling hot and his face was burning up. He let out a deep sigh.

“You fell asleep just like that?” he muttered. After a moment, his face turned livid, “this damn woman! She is hazed, drunk, and now unconscious after making me feel all this?! She must have done this on purpose to frustrate me!”

***

The next morning I woke up from the ringing of my phone. I slapped my hand on the side table to find it which took a while.

“Hello?” I answered without looking at the caller’s name.

“You are still sleepin