The Heartthrob's Secret Chapter 2

Six years ago, in the scorching heat of summer.

My neighborhood had a power outage. Not being able to use the AC at night was torture.

I posted on Instagram complaining: [Is this power outage trying to kill me with heat?]

My best friend Sarah, who was abroad, called me and told me to stay at her place.

Since she was overseas, her apartment here was empty anyway.

I drove to her place immediately.

I turned on the AC and fell asleep on her bed.

Who knew I would wake up in the middle of the night to find someone lying next to me.

I was startled.

Turning on the light, I saw a face so handsome it was infuriating.

Great pecs, defined abs, and even more sculpted V-lines!

Crucially, his skin was fair; one look could cause a nosebleed.

But his face was flushed from drinking, and he wouldn't wake up no matter how I called him.

Of course, I recognized him instantly.

It was Sarah's handsome younger brother.

He was only eighteen, looking like a fresh-faced boy, but undressed, he was so built. One look was enough to make blood rush, too tempting to commit a crime.

The little brat was probably drunk.

He slept like a log, unaware there was someone else on the bed.

What should I do?

Sarah's apartment was a one-bedroom; there were no other rooms.

And the living room didn't have AC.

I wasn't going to give up the bedroom.

I wanted to kick him off the bed and make him sleep on the floor.

But no matter how I kicked, I couldn't move him.

Just as I closed my eyes, fuming and unsure what to do.

Suddenly, the brat turned over.

A warm, domineering pair of sexy lips, tinged with the scent of alcohol.

Unexpectedly pressed against mine.

I was instantly stunned, my mind going blank.

Who would have thought I'd be molested in the middle of the night by a handsome brother five years my junior.

I was about to scold him, shout him awake.

As soon as I opened my mouth, his slippery tongue dove right in.

I was completely dumbfounded, blood rushing backward throughout my body.

My eyes widened abruptly, seeing his closed eyes and brows.

His eyelashes were longer than mine.

Eyes closed, they looked beautiful like inverted moons.

His breath sprayed on my face.

Hot, a bit tingling, and a bit ticklish.

I hadn't experienced such emotional fluctuation in my entire life.

I should have been angry out of embarrassment, but my heart raced uncontrollably.

The brat swept through my mouth drunkenly.

I was so scared I completely forgot how to react normally.

My tongue dodged everywhere, not wanting to be entangled by him.

The brat wasn't in a hurry.

If he couldn't entangle, he sucked my mouth bit by bit.

His tongue tip touched the roof of my mouth.

I felt like I was hit by electric currents, wave after wave, unbearable.

My brain actually produced a feeling: too enjoyable.

Crazy!

My mood fluctuated wildly, my mind a mess.

No matter how crazy he acted, I couldn't let him mess around like this!

I had never kissed anyone in my life.

Now teased by my best friend's little brother to the point of being unable to stop, a battle between heaven and humanity, dizzy, in chaos.

Clearly couldn't stand this soft touch.

In the end, my tongue couldn't help but want to touch his.

My heart was about to jump out of my throat.

Felt I was incredibly crazy.

In the quiet night, I was hot all over, sweating profusely.

Later, when I recalled it, I never remembered it clearly, only the burning sensation was deeply etched in my memory.

Later still, the brat probably had enough of molesting me and fell asleep soundly beside me, while I—

My heart still surged with huge waves, unable to calm down.

Even sleepless all night.

At 5 AM, before the brat sobered up, I fled.