“I still can’t believe you came,” Samantha remarked. She raised the tequila glass to her lips and took a minimal sip, the alcohol burning on her throat as she swallowed the alcoholic liquid. She remembered during her college days that their professor assigned them on a project to create an alcoholic drink. It was a tedious task, even if it was just only wine, because the fermentation process took longer than intended. The longer the fermentation the better-tasting the wine would be.
“I was being a d**k back there,” Christian admitted, scratching the back of his neck. The blonde wig was already gone, and he was only wearing board shorts, his torso exposed for people to see—except the two of them were the only bystanders on the seashore and Tadashi’s party was almost ending. Samantha decide
