The atmosphere in the hotel room had become dangerously heated.
Andrey stood between the two girls, his breathing slightly heavy. Lisa was still pressed against his front, her hands gripping his shirt tightly, while Hope was hugging him from behind. The warmth of their bodies and the alcohol in the air made everything feel hazy.
But even in that moment, one thought kept circling in Andrey's mind.
'This might be Hope's first time… If we continue like this, she might regret it later. I can't let that happen.'
He gently turned his head to look at Hope, who was still clinging to his back.
"Hope…" he said, his voice low and serious despite the situation. "You're drunk right now. If this is your first time… you might regret it tomorrow. I don't want you to hate me later."
Hope, whose face was still flushed from the alcohol, slowly lifted her head from his back. She looked at him with hazy golden eyes and gave a small, slightly crooked smile.
