Sandra woke up in a room that was completely unfamiliar to her. The morning sun shone through the window, filling the room with a slightly cheerful light.
However, her confusion deepened when she saw Lukas lying beside her. His soft snores indicated he was still deep in sleep.
Sandra felt a pounding headache, as if something had exploded inside her skull. She tried to recall what had happened the night before, but everything was a blur.
What made her shudder as her senses returned... was the fact that all her clothes were gone. And so were Lukas's—he was only covered by a blanket.
Did they...?
"LUKAS!" she kicked him off the bed while clutching the blanket around her body. Her eyes tightly shut in panic at the sight of her naked husband.
Lukas groaned and lazily sat up, pulling on his scattered clothes from the floor. He then dropped back onto the bed, sighing repeatedly.
"Don't blame me—you were the aggressive one," he said in a low voice, obviously nervous.
"What do you mean?! Just tell me without beating around the bush!" Sandra screamed, pounding her fists on him again.
"You really don't remember?"
"Speak!"
"We did it," Lukas said plainly. "We made love." He still couldn't bring himself to look at her directly.
"You damn pervert!"
"Before you start yelling, maybe try to remember what happened!" Lukas blocked her punches. "You were the one who came onto me first..."
As silence fell between them, their memories began to rewind to the night Sandra got drunk.
"Lukas, kiss me! Kiss me again!" Sandra had jumped onto her husband's back, puckering her lips without a hint of shame. The alcohol had completely erased her self-control.
"Sandra, don't be like this!"
"Don't be stingy!" she pouted sweetly. "I wanna feel it again!"
Because of her continuous, embarrassing behavior, Lukas had decided to rent a hotel room. He couldn't possibly drive in her condition—she was all over him and could cause an accident.
"You're such a pain. Always so much trouble."
"Well, if you don't want trouble, then don't get married, stupid! Now this sweet woman is your wife, so deal with it!" she laughed.
Lukas just shook his head and gently laid her down on the bed once they got to the room. His shoulders ached from carrying her for what felt like forever.
"Go to sleep now. Don't be noisy."
"But I still want more kisses!" Sandra giggled as she dragged him down beside her, pulling him into another gentle kiss.
"No way! I'm not that easy! You're the perv, not me!" Sandra cut off the memory and shouted.
"Just listen to the rest, okay?" Lukas sighed and continued.
After the kiss broke, something started to feel off in Lukas's body. His temperature rose and a strange heat overtook him. Maybe someone had slipped something into their drinks at the bar? Maybe that's why Sandra had gotten that drunk, too?
"Sandra, let go. I need a cold shower."
"But I wanna cuddle. I'm cold," she whispered, clinging tighter. One of her legs wrapped around his waist, triggering an even stronger response in him.
"If something happens... don't blame me," he warned, jaw clenched, trying to resist.
"Afraid you'll fall in love with my charm? Or maybe... you've become addicted to my kisses?"
"You're asking for it..." Lukas muttered before locking lips with her once again, a searing kiss filled with unspoken tension.
Who made the first move? Who undressed who first? Neither of them knew. Their fingers worked together in perfect rhythm, stripping away every barrier between them.
"I warned you not to tempt me..." Lukas whispered as he kissed her neck, exploring every inch of her untouched body.
Sandra, completely lost in the strange and euphoric sensations, responded with soft moans. She clung to him as he treated her chest like a starving baby.
"Are you ready for this? Because there's no turning back," he said, his hand caressing between her thighs.
"Impossible!" Sandra shouted again, hitting him with a pillow. "How could you take advantage of a drunk woman like that?!"
"You were the one who seduced me! I'm a normal guy! And we're married—what's wrong with it?!"
"Married?! Now you wanna talk about marriage after being a total perv?!" she screamed, throwing on a robe as quickly as she could. "When you were burning with lust like an animal, where was that so-called husbandly love?!"
Lukas winced when she sat down, clearly in pain. She had no memory that he had taken her virginity. That they'd spent hours in passionate lovemaking.
"You bastard..." she cried, looking down at herself and seeing the bloodstain on the hotel sheets. Clear proof of her first time.
"I'm sorry..." Lukas finally approached and hugged her, holding her tightly.
"You could've waited until I was sober! You could've asked for my consent! Why did you do this?! Was it part of your plan to humiliate me?!"
"Humiliate you? No! You were so into it! You really enjoyed it last night!" Lukas tried to explain.
Their bodies had moved in sync. Lukas had given her release after release, both of them addicted to the intense pleasure they'd shared.
"Lukas..."
"I'm close, too," he'd whispered as he continued to thrust. Sandra held on to his back, already covered in scratch marks.
As she reached her peak again, she clawed him once more. And then came another deep kiss from Lukas, silencing her cries of pleasure. He felt victorious being able to make his wife moan under him.
"You sick pervert! What if I get pregnant?! You don't even want me or this marriage! It's not fair!" she sobbed.
"Sandra..."
"Don't come near me! You're the worst!" she yelled, stomping into the bathroom and locking the door. She stared at herself in the mirror, touching the red marks left on her skin.
"You crazy man!" she cried. "What a miserable fate! I got thrown into someone else's body, lost my first kiss, and now even my first night was taken like this!"
"Sandra..." Lukas knocked gently, guilt dripping from his voice. "I'm sorry."
"Do you think 'sorry' will fix this?! It won't!" she shouted, throwing a bottle of soap at the door, startling Lukas.
"If you're pregnant, I'll take full responsibility."
"SHUT UP!"
"Sandra..."
"SHUT UP, YOU BASTARD!!!" she screamed again, this time throwing a full shampoo bottle hard enough to make Lukas back away.
He ran his hands through his hair in frustration. He should've held back—but what could he do? He was only human. He swore to himself, if she did end up pregnant, he would take full responsibility. He would focus on his marriage, even if it meant losing the woman he thought he loved most.