Drunk On You (Epistolary)

Epilogue | One

Warning: The following content contains explicit sexual scenes that are inappropriate for ages below 18. Reader's discretion is advised.

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Jannela Cuervo was exhausted. All she wanted was to sleep for 24 hours in her bed.

She knocked softly as she leaned against the door. "Hennessy."

A few seconds later, the door opened. She pushed her way through without looking at the man who opened the door. She walked straight to their bedside, set her bag on the bedside table, and threw herself on the bed.

Hennessy's initial reaction was to stare at her. Then he set aside the blueprint he was currently working on.

He tapped her on the shoulder. "Take a shower first."

She grunted and remained motionless.

"You'll be uncomfortable later if you sleep like that," he attempted to persuade her.

"Mawawala antok ko kapag naligo ako, isa pa, ayoko ng kumilos."

Hennessy sighed, walked over and carried her to the shower room. Jannie lacked the energy to oppose him.

"I'll bathe you then."

"K. Basta wag mong basain buhok ko."

Hennessy checked the temperature of the water in the bathtub before undressing her and placing her in it.

Jannie, who had grown accustomed to Hennessey bathing her, didn't say anything else, simply relaxed her body and fell asleep.

Hennessy was gentle the entire time. He was careful not to touch those areas that might evoke the strange sensation within him.

But even if he was cautious, even if he wasn't thinking strange thoughts, his body betrayed him.

Even if he poured cold water on his hand, it felt hot.

He felt ashamed.

"You're a beast, Hennessy," he mumbled. His girlfriend trusted him enough to let him bathe her, and yet he got aroused.

Sensing how dangerous he was at the moment, he finished bathing his girlfriend right away.

When he finished dressing Jannie, she awoke. Jannie grabbed his hand as he was about to flee to the bathroom for a cold shower.

"Saan ka pupunta?" She asked while yawning.

Hennessy felt his throat dry. He could say he was going to the bathroom, but he couldn't utter a word at this moment.

Jannie felt strange and looked at him suspiciously.

And then she realized something. Her sleepiness faded as she looked at him. She drew him in closer, her eyes enticing him.

"Can I help you?" She asked, placing her hands in his chest. Hennessy blinked, trying to restrain himself.

She didn't hear his answer so she reached out to unbutton his clothes. Just as she unbuttoned the third button, Hennessy grabbed her wrist. He murmured silently, "You're tired."

Jannie smiled faintly and whispered, "I don't care."

"Jannela."

"Don't you want me?" she asked, her face flushed. Her eyes enchanted and enthralled him, piercing his heart directly as if she knew his deepest thoughts. Hennessy's parched throat was the only sensation he could feel at the moment, and the desire that he had suppressed was about to burst if this continued.