Chapter 1517 I Think I Kissed You
Finally, they broke the kiss, both gasping for air.
Derek pulled back, but his lips still brushed against hers. With a smile and his eyes closed, he murmured, "So this is what it's like to kiss a woman?"
His warm breath wrapped around her, and his handsome face looked as happy as Maeve's when she got candy.
Laura was speechless, too shy to even look at him.
Nervousness, awkwardness, shyness, and embarrassment all mixed up inside her, making her feel like a puppet.
One thought kept running through her mind: She had kissed Derek.
"We..." she started to say after a long pause, but before she could finish, Derek suddenly slumped against her, completely knocked out from the alcohol.
Laura stood there, leaning against the tree, in total disbelief. He kissed her and then passed out?
How was she supposed to get him to the car?
"Excuse me, need help getting your boyfriend to the car?" Luckily, the security guard at the door walked over.
"He's not my boyfriend," Laura said quickly.
But the guard just gave her a knowing look.
Laura got it instantly; the guard must've seen the whole thing.
After the guard helped Derek into the back seat, Derek lay down and passed out.
Laura drove him back to the Presidential Palace. At a red light, she glanced back. Derek, probably having drunk too much, was frowning in discomfort, his lips pressed tight.
Her eyes lingered on his lips for a few seconds. Feeling nervous, she quickly flipped down the mirror and checked her own lips. They weren't swollen, but they were really red.
And she could taste the alcohol from Derek's lips.
She wished she were drunk too, but she wasn't. She remembered every intense moment of their kiss.
She was losing it. She covered her flushed face.
She couldn't think about it anymore; she had to forget what happened tonight.
Laura didn't notice that Derek had quietly opened his eyes, glanced at her, and smiled silently.
When they got to the Presidential Palace, she asked the guard to help get Derek to his bedroom, then she went to her own room to sleep.
Unfortunately, she had insomnia again and didn't fall asleep until three in the morning.
When she woke up the next day, she felt groggy and had a sore throat.
She figured it was because she wore too thin clothes when she went out late last night and caught a cold from the wind outside the bar.
To avoid getting Maeve sick, Laura handed her over to the nanny, took some medicine, and went to work.
Laura skipped breakfast, afraid of running into Derek, though she figured he was so drunk he probably wouldn't remember what happened last night.
At nine in the morning, when Laura's phone rang, she saw the name on the screen and her hand holding the test tube shook, feeling super awkward and wanting to hide.
"Laura, your phone's ringing," a passing intern reminded her. "Is it inconvenient to answer? Need me to get it for you?"
"No, it's fine." Laura put down the test tube, took off her gloves, and stepped outside to the garden. "What's up?"
"I heard I got pretty drunk last night, and you took me back," Derek's clear, pleasant voice came through.
Laura sighed in relief. It seemed he really didn't remember the kiss. But she also felt a bit disappointed. The kiss had kept her up all night, but he had completely forgotten. Didn't he say her lips were soft?
"Yeah," she responded vaguely. "You don't remember anything?"
"I drank a bit too much yesterday." Derek paused, then suddenly asked, "I didn't do anything to you, right?"
"What?" Her mind didn't catch up for a moment.
"I don't know if I was drunk or dreaming, but I think I kissed you."
"No." Laura interrupted him quickly, "You must have been dreaming."
She prayed Derek wouldn't remember, or she wouldn't know how to face him.
"Really? Okay, maybe I was overthinking." Derek's voice sounded resigned. "Maybe it was just a dream, but the kiss in the dream felt pretty good."
"Do you think you kissed a man or a woman in the dream?" Laura asked cautiously.
"Seemed like a woman," Derek laughed. "Although I don't remember clearly after waking up, it felt wonderful."
"Right." Laura's face burned with embarrassment, even over the phone. No matter what, if Derek remembered the kiss as terrible, it would be a blow to her. "I told you, kissing a woman is much more interesting than kissing a man. Don't like men anymore, and don't drink like that again."
Derek didn't answer that question. "Your voice sounds strange. Do you have a cold?"
"Yeah, it's because I went to pick you up late last night and caught a cold. It's all your fault." She hummed, lightly blaming him.
"Sorry, is it serious? Have you taken any medicine?" Derek asked.
"I took some medicine this morning, but it doesn't seem to help. I'll see how it goes in the afternoon," Laura said gloomily.
"What symptoms do you have?" Derek added.
"My throat just hurts a bit. I won't talk to you anymore; I have to work," Laura said.
After hanging up, she returned to work.
At noon, she and Cassie went to the cafeteria for lunch. Shortly after sitting down, the secretary brought over a takeout order. "Laura, someone sent you lunch."
Out of curiosity, Laura opened it to find a hearty meal with soup and dishes, perfect for someone with a cold, and also some medicine for a sore throat.
Cassie leaned over to take a look. "Which thoughtful guy sent this to you?"
Derek's image flashed in Laura's mind. He was the only one who knew she had a cold, and it seemed he was the only one who would do something like this.
On a normal day, she would have felt very touched.
But thinking about the kiss last night, Laura felt it strange. She couldn't consider this as just a gesture of concern from a friend.
"That's so considerate." Cassie teased with a smile.
"It should be Derek," Laura said hesitantly.
Cassie was instantly jealous.
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