It was the very same drink she'd made for Nick that evening.Khloe took a cautious sip. The flavor was sharp, tingling, yet her mind involuntarily flashed to the image of him leaning close to her side.Outside, Nick carried a cold, composed persona, but at home… he was surprisingly clingy. Wherever she went, he followed.By eleven o'clock, Khloe had dozed off on the living room sofa, only to be jolted awake by her phone vibrating."Hello?" she murmured, still groggy.On the other end, Nick's voice sounded close, almost brushing against her ear: "Are you asleep?""N—no, not yet…" Khloe rubbed her eyes and slowly sat up, her voice clearing. "Why are you calling at this hour? Finished work?""Mm." His tone was magnetic, teasing in that low, husky way that always sent shivers down her spine. "I missed you."Khloe felt the warmth of alcohol rise again, her ears flushing."I… missed you too," she whispered, immediately regretting it. Fearing he'd say more, she quickly added, "I want
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