Love Amidst the Flames

Chap 25

On the way home, Charlotte drove while still feeling giddy from the atmosphere of the party. Engfa sat next to her, completely intoxicated, yet her bright eyes remained fixed on Charlotte's face. Suddenly, Engfa placed her hand on Charlotte's thigh, gently caressing, her warm hand creating a strange sensation within Charlotte.

Charlotte felt a wave of shyness rise, but she didn't worry too much as she was used to their intimate gestures. However, she couldn't help but feel anxious about Engfa's boldness. She tried to focus on driving, but the light touch seemed to blur all rational thoughts.

"Do you know I can tell you're very jealous, right?" Engfa suddenly spoke, her sweet voice laced with alcohol.

Charlotte jolted slightly, daring only to smile in response, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Engfa chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling like stars. She whispered, her voice almost a murmur, "But you know, when I see such a beautiful younger sister, who wouldn't be jealous?"

Charlotte felt her heart race, the mix of excitement and embarrassment flooding her. Even knowing Engfa was drunk, her allure and invitation left Charlotte flustered.

Upon arriving home, Charlotte struggled to help Engfa inside. Engfa cleverly leaned against her, her hands continuously exploring, gently caressing Charlotte's body. Charlotte didn't know how to react, only managing a soft laugh, though she felt a twinge of excitement inside.

Once Engfa was settled onto the sofa, Charlotte went into the kitchen to fetch a warm towel and some hangover remedy. She could still feel Engfa's gaze on her, those eyes sharp like a knife, both stimulating and challenging.

When Charlotte returned with the warm towel in hand, Engfa suddenly beamed, her eyes sparkling, "Char, you look beautiful."

Charlotte felt her heart race; she carefully wiped Engfa's face and hands, her fingers trembling slightly as they touched Engfa's smooth skin. Engfa closed her eyes, as if savoring each moment.

"You're really drunk!" Charlotte mumbled, unable to hide the jealousy rising within her.

Suddenly, Engfa grasped Charlotte's hand, her eyes sparkling like stars in the night. "Are you jealous, Char?"

Charlotte startled, feeling caught, yet she couldn't deny the truth in her heart. "No, I'm not!"

Engfa chuckled lightly, her face full of mischief. Her hand slowly slid from Charlotte's waist to her neck, pulling her closer. In an instant, Engfa's lips brushed against Charlotte's, softly but with restraint. The kiss began gently, like a passing breeze, but soon it grew more intense.

The warmth of the alcohol mixed with the sweet scent from Charlotte's body wafted into Engfa's nose, causing her to feel as if she were lost in a dream. She drowned in that intoxication, brushing her lips against Charlotte's, slowly deepening the kiss with a French touch, as if their souls had merged as one. Time seemed to stand still, and everything around them faded away.

As the kiss intensified, Charlotte could no longer hold back. She felt every movement, every breath from Engfa, her heart racing faster. Finally, when Engfa was nearly out of breath, she released Charlotte, both of them panting, their eyes filled with surprise and delight.

Charlotte's face flushed with embarrassment, and she shyly murmured, "Engfa, I'm drunk."

"I'm hungry, Char," Engfa replied, a mischievous smile on her face.

As soon as she finished speaking, Charlotte stood up, intending to make Engfa a bowl of noodles. But before she could walk far, Engfa quickly grasped her hand, pulling her into an embrace, and kissed her again. This kiss was more passionate and intense, leaving Charlotte unable to refuse. She felt a wave of deep affection surge within, pulling them closer than ever.