DARK SECRET

PROBLEM

Grace brushed her hair with fingers. Allowing himself to drown in the din of music and gulps that are thrown repeatedly to wet the esophagus. His fingers grabbed a glass of high-alcohol liquid, brought it closer to the rannum, then gulped it down slowly.

The heat burns the throat and makes the head turn dizzy looking for pseudo comfort. Constantly stuffing the alcohol into his mouth. Countless how many were in the stomach. Tonight Grace needs a lot of alcohol to get rid of her consciousness.

He just wants to be crazy and off tonight. Forgetting the fact that his beloved girlfriend is back to doing something stupid. Hurt heart. It felt like he was fed up with all this, but because of one or two things that should keep him in this situation. I also imagine how others whisper, making their relationship a common consumption. Grace and Sean, that famous perfect couple is actually so dilapidated. Broken and destroyed.

Exactly the same with the social relationships Grace created with the others. Is that his name? Yes, the friendship. Something more akin to a bevy of silly teenagers who like to have fun but are ready to strike or strike silently if needed. Sometimes even blatantly. In time, you will understand how bad things are.

The first one is of course Sean and Emeli. I don't know how many times they've had a relationship behind Grace, even the girl can't count it. Grace is already aware that Emeli has special feelings for Sean, and everyone who knows them probably knows that.

Grace and Sean's relationship is unusual. They're both fucked. If you ask anything other than about Emeli and Sean? then you should wait a moment. Or you can guess how the two people are in a toxic relationship.

"Noona, here you are apparently! I've been looking for you everywhere." Abel had just arrived and immediately gave a brief kiss on Grace's lips before her buttocks ended up landing on the chair.

Grace rolled her puffed eyes while sighing lazily. Come back one more problem. Luckily he had already entered his half-consciousness stage which was lost somewhere. So just have to ignore Abel.

Abel ordered a drink. His head nodded and his feet tapped along with his index finger that was on the table following the rhythm of the music. After the bartender gave him a drink, Abel took a sip, narrowed his eyes for a moment as the last gulp of the first glass escaped his throat, then turned his head to the right with his eyes closed. The feeling of the shoes was a little excruciating.

After his tongue was able to adapt, Abel slowly opened his eyes and looked back at the girl next to him who looked very chaotic. Abel knew clearly, it must be because of Sean.

Instead of trying to calm down with a sweet speech and pity look, Abel instead smiled faintly at the chaotic Grace. He knew it was useless to do that to her. About Sean and Grace is something outsiders find hard to understand.

Abel did something else he thought needed to be done. Leaned her body and again landed her lips on Grace's lips. But this time is different, not just a short kiss, but a passionate lum*tan. Grace groans in protest and is lazy while Abel coolly turns a blind eye. Opening his mouth while holding Grace's nape to deepen their kiss. Wrap both tongues in a few seconds. Stop when you are not getting a reply. Pull out her tongue with the salivary between Grace's mouth and her mouth. So sexy.

"Bel, people can misunderstand us. Stop kissing me all of a sudden like that." Grace took her drink back. A lot more.

"Furnished...Eung!." Grace pushed him away. Unhugging her.

"I thought you were really drunk." Abel giggles.

"Don't prepare a plan of sorts" Grace hurriedly threatened for fear that she would really collapse.

With that rabbit-like inocene face, Abel threw a very inappropriate sentence. "Why? Didn't Sean go back to doing it with Emeli? Comeon! You have a right to have fun too, this is not how much. Maybe like you said about Tiara, do you want to try choking on mine too?"

"Don't try to take a chance! I'm thinking a lot and don't add to it!"

"No. I just want to help you forget it." said Abel and his mouth that was too smart.

"I'm not Tiara, Bel. Don't make me escape your puberty hormone."

Hearing that, Abel fell silent for a moment. Clearly shocked when Grace brings her dead ex-lover into their conversation. Then one cynical rascality escaped Abel's lips, "Don't joke Grace. We both know why I'm dating her."

Grace turned her head gasp, looking at Abel intimidatingly. "Stop that!" she hurried. Really don't want to talk about it.

"Why?" Abel was clearly challenging. Increasingly add to the dizziness in Grace's head. The girl sipped her drink again.

"Grace, don't you think that we both had something to do with Tiara's death?"