No matter how composed and indifferent Brandon Heath was, he was still a normal man.
Moreover, he was already interested in Aria Rowlett.
He couldn't withstand her continuous provocations.
His body had already reacted, and the desire for her was intense.
He had been restraining himself.
There was a moment when he wanted to indulge himself once more.
Anyway, it was her who took the initiative to provoke him.
But in the end, reason triumphed over impulse, and he held back.
He couldn't touch her again until some things were clarified.
That night, his impulsiveness was somewhat influenced by the drug.
But now he was sober, and if he touched her under such circumstances, he would indeed be taking advantage of her.
"Aria, you're drunk, you don't even know what you're doing." Brandon Heath tightened his face, grabbing her other hand that was making trouble, quickly got off the bed after turning over and getting out from under her.