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Obviously, she was dreaming.
And since it was her dream, she didn’t have to suppress her feelings or hide her longing. She could indulge.
With fragile yet radiant joy, she clung to him tighter.
In her dream, she was in control.
Not satisfied with just an embrace, she shifted, straddling him directly.
“Adeline…”
Victor’s back pressed against the seat, every muscle taut, as if trapped in a demon’s lair, clinging desperately to restraint.
He opened his mouth to tell her to get down, to remind her how improper this was-but before he could, her hands framed his face. Clumsy, unpracticed, but determined, she pressed her lips to his.
And he heard her whisper, “I like you!”
Senior?
So earlier she’d mistaken him for Lily, and .now she was calling him some other man.
Victor’s gender wasn’t that fluid, and he had no interest in being anyone’s stand-in. He turned his head stiffly to escape the kiss.
But she gave him no chance. Bold and insistent, she caught his mouth again.
“Adeline, you’ve got the wrong person.”
Normally, Victor’s strength was undeniable. He had carried her easily with one arm while phoning Lily earlier.
But now, with her soft, heated lips pressing insistently against his, he found himself powerless.
Her kiss was venomous, pinning him in place, luring him deeper.
“Hey…”
Her voice trembled with attachment, with love-love meant for another man.
Victor had never met her during his school years. There was no way he was the senior she thought he was.
Knowing her feelings, her devotion, were for someone else-knowing she was gazing through his face to see another man-something sharp and foreign clenched around his heart.
“You’re drunk. I’m not the senior you’re looking for.”
It felt as if his soul split in two.
One side urged him to push her away, to reject being a substitute, to refuse taking advantage.
The other side… had already sunk.
When he came back to himself, his hand was already on the back of her head, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss.
Adeline marveled at how vivid her dream felt.
Because in her mind, Victor couldn’t possibly be here tonight. If this wasn’t a dream, then what else could it be?
She had never imagined a kiss in a dream could feel like drowning. She rose and fell in a vast sea, and he was the only driftwood keeping her afloat.
The kiss was fierce, consuming, enough to frighten her. Yet his warmth, clean and sunlit, was irresistible. She chose to surrender to it fully in this dream.
She was always quiet, withdrawn-not from arrogance, but from shyness, from social fear.
If she were sober, face to face with Victor-the man she had cherished in secret-she would be frozen, tongue-tied.
But in her dream, there was no fear. No restraint.
Here, she could say aloud everything she usually kept locked inside.
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“I really like you. I’ve liked you… for so many years. I just want to be with you, forever if I could…”
Adeline’s voice was soft and sweet as she poured her love into every kiss.
But those words struck Victor like a bucket of ice water. His frenzy shattered, clarity flooding back.
Of course. She liked her senior.
The only reason she was kissing him was because she was drunk, mistaking him for that man. And he… he had shamelessly gone along with it, even knowing he wasn’t the one she loved.
Her simple white blouse, her pale lavender skirt-he noticed now that in his moment of lost control, her shirt was completely unbuttoned.
His hands froze, shame crashing down on him. For the first time, the always-composed Victor had no idea where to put his hands or his eyes.
The beauty right before him tempted him, luring him closer.
But he couldn’t. He dared not.
Her heart belonged to someone else, someone she couldn’t forget.
And as for him-he wasn’t even free. Things with Marilyn weren’t settled. There was even the chance she might be carrying his child.
A man like him had no right to Adeline.
He squeezed his eyes shut, fighting to pull away. Just then, the weight in his arms shifted.
He looked down.
The girl who had just been kissing him so boldly now lay limp against his chest, fast asleep. “Adeline… I’ll take you to a hotel.”
He froze for a moment, staring at her gaping blouse, then slowly raised a hand to button it back up.
Usually, buttoning a shirt was nothing. He wore them every day.
But this time, his fingers shook. The brush of her skin beneath his fingertips sent shocks through him, each button harder to fasten than the last.
Her breathing was light, her chest rising and falling in a rhythm that unsettled him, making his pulse falter.
He wrenched his gaze away, cheeks burning. But with his eyes turned aside, his fingers lost their aim, grazing places he shouldn’t touch, leaving him red-faced and flustered.
By the time he finished, a thin sheen of sweat clung to his back.
Once certain her clothes were neat, he laid her gently across the back seat, then stepped into the driver’s seat. The night air cooled his skin, but couldn’t put out the fire burning in his chest.
At the hotel, he carried her into the room. He had planned to ask the staff for a sobering remedy, but seeing her sleeping so peacefully, he didn’t want to wake her.
He should have left after settling her down. That was the plan.
But she lay there with flushed cheeks, breathing evenly, looking so soft and defenseless. He couldn’t bring himself to go. He decided to wait until she woke.
“Hey…”
Her murmur broke the silence. Dreaming, she whispered, “I like you… I really, really like you…”
Victor took an involuntary step closer. This time he heard it clearly-she was calling for her senior.
A sour ache spread through his chest, sharp as needles pricking over and over.
She slept soundly, occasionally whispering that same word.
And Victor, carrying that bitter ache, stood by the window all night.
When Adeline finally woke, morning light filled the room.
She felt surprisingly well-no headache, no hangover.
Her memories, too, were intact. She remembered being carried to a car, remembered her drunken rambling, her hands wandering, even talking nonsense about 34…
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