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Kiara saw this guy take off his shirt, not even leaving a vest, exposing his well-defined abs entirely. She lifted her glass but didn't put it to her lips. Instead, with a tilt of the hand, she poured it all out.
And those devilish eyes, as charming as they come, made Kiara's face flush red. She wanted to turn around and leave, but how could she possibly get away!
With a swift pull, she was dragged back, "Friend, didn't you want to drink? Come on..."
The wind stirred the curtains, the scent of liquor filled the air, and murmurs surrounded them.
Long, long afterward.
Kiara suddenly opened her eyes, remembering something abruptly.
"What's wrong?" Camden also sat up, his hair disheveled and irresistibly lazy.
"What time is it?"
He grabbed the alarm clock from the bedside table and glanced at it, "It's only 1 a.m., go back to sleep, or if you don't want to sleep, exercise is also an excellent option—"