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No. Just Thinking

Zareena clenched her legs in annoyance. He should have guessed this. Valdo won't let his best friend get in trouble. It was futile to do something that he had never done. Now Tristan managed to stay home and sleep in the guest room downstairs.

"Let him get away this time. If she starts looking for trouble for me, then I won't stay still" Zareena muttered as she pulled the blanket to the limit of her neck. "I'd rather sleep than think of Tristan."

At midnight Zareena was thirsty. He didn't want to get up and go downstairs. So quiet because the residents of the house have already fallen asleep. The atmosphere is also temaran because only one small lamp to the kitchen is turned on.

Refrigerator opened. Zareena lowered her head by taking the backmost bottle. The cold water will quench all thirst for him. He woke up by drinking water from a bottle. However, the water simply came out of his mouth when he saw the figure of the man standing next to the refrigerator. The severity of the water even splashed into the body of a man who only wore an inner sweatshirt.

"You don't have a job?" zareena said irritatedly as she wiped her lips with her hands. "I'm glad I don't have heart disease. You're like a ghost!"

"Happy?" ask Tristan.

"What?" Zareena doesn't understand.

Tristan pushed Zareena until the woman's body hit the kitchen table. Tristan looked at him sharply then his gaze descended down. Zareena was only wearing a bralette and long traning pants.

Two mounds were full and Tristan thought the size exceeded his hand. Zareena folded her lips as Tristan continued to look at hers.

"Get your eyes!" zareena.

Tristan gasp. A moment later he smiled in a wry manner. "Four tires of my car deflated. I need someone to take responsibility."

"Oh, you should have been looking for that guy instead of supporting me like this."

Zareena placed the bottle on the table, then pushed Tristan slowly. He changed their position and now the man was leaning on the kitchen table.

His right and left hands were on Tristan's sides so that the man could not run anywhere. Zareena was right in front of him, even Tristan's pointed nose could touch the woman's forehead.

"Who do you want to take responsibility for?" ask Zareena.

"You!" sahut Tristan stammered.

One index finger is on the cheek. Tristan's eyes glanced at the finger coming down to his chin, jakun to the body of his field. His body suddenly creeped out. The fingers even further down until they reach the center point along with Zareena's view down there.

Tristan felt. He had woken up with only the touch of a finger, and it was seen by the younger brother of his own best friend.

Zareena suddenly looked up at him. The woman smiled with a finger still tickling down there.

"What do you want to do to the culprit?" ask Zareena.

Holy hooch! Tristan is still not thinking. Is this woman in front of him Zareena whom he commented on about her appearance? Is that the grumpy Zareena who bit him? Why was this woman before him now turning into a passionate one?

"I-I want him to take responsibility" Tristan said stuttering.

Tristan's eyes widened when he felt the hand-cuddling sweep down there. Fitting at the sensitive point that is tensing perfectly.

Zareena laughed, then pulled back two steps. "It seems you need to go to the bathroom."

After saying that, Zareena waltzed away leaving the stunned Tristan in place. Can't believe he's subdued under a woman.

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