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He didn’t say anything to comment on her story, he simply handed her a glass of the juice. So she had been living a harsh life, or has. And she got drunkenly married to him of all people. Fortune couldn’t have been on her side. Maybe he should treat her better. “..How old are you?”

"18. I know I’m young, sorry," she replied. She knew she was really young and everything, but mentally, she was much older. Taking the glass, she drank some of the juice.

He sighed shook his head. “Eighteen and you agreed to marry a drunk man. What exactly were you thinking?” He put the juice back in the fridge. “Why did you like me anyway? Don’t you prefer that sort of serious, mature, hard-working guys?”

"Don’t ask me why I did it or why I like you, I just do and I did it," she said. Even she herself didn’t know the answer to those questions.

He just blinked. “Well, fine. But are you always like this in making decisions? Like, doing stuffs without knowing the real reason?”

"No. At least I like to think I’m not. I just don’t know why. I said yes because I really like you and have for a while. I don’t know why I like you, but I do," she said as she put her elbows on the table and rested her head in her hands.

"I don’t know if I should feel flattered or not since I don’t know the reason but, …thank you, I guess." He grinned. ”Oh. And last night, did I do bad things to you?” He knew that he isn’t exactly the nicest when he was drunk.

Azalea thought for a few moments. “Not that I can recall. Why do you ask?” she asked tilting her head to the side a bit.

"Because I was unconscious and my behavior isn’t exactly the best while I’m drunk." He scratches his head. "So, nothing happened? For real, at all?” That’s just sounded too good and unlike him.

"Like I said that I could remember. I fell asleep , but I did wake up with less clothes on than before. Based off of that, you probably did something," she said.

"Gods," He felt like banging his head onto the wall. "You said I didn’t do bad things!" He exclaimed desperately. She was asleep, wouldn’t that be a harassment? Godsdammit.

"I said that I know of," she stressed those words again. "I doubt you did much though, so I don’t really care." Azalea shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly.

Sidney palmed his forehead. It’s starting to hurt again. What if he indeed did something? Did he use protection? What if she got pregnant? Dear gods, he’s not ready for all of this. He’s always been so ‘clean’ with his affairs and this is stressing him out.

Instinctively, she reached up and caught his hand so he wouldn’t hit his forehead anymore. “Stop doing that. I’ll be fine. Besides, I take birth control so if you did do anything, I won’t have become pregnant. Speaking of that, mind if we stop by my apartment after we shop so I can grab my things?” Azalea asked.

He hugged her suddenly. “I’m so sorry… We’ve only interact for like one day and I already ruin you. I tend to do this with people who are close to me.” He was 12 inches taller than her so her face came in level with his chest. “I never mean for those things to happen but they just did… I can only mess things up, my father was right.”

It had surprised her when he hugged her so suddenly, but she relaxed into it. Azalea shook her head and hugged him back. “Maybe, yet I don’t think you can only mess up. You seem to be able to fix things as well. Besides, I didn’t mess up when saying yes. If you want to give it a try we can figure it out,” she said.

Sidney felt her slowly hugging him back. He’s confused. Those spoiled rich girls he usually shares an affair with, he got it. They only want to have some fun. But this hard-working, independent girl, what did he do to get her attention at all? He was curious to give it a try, but at the same time, he couldn’t get Nicolette out of his head. But Nicolette herself said that she wouldn’t like him getting a divorce, right? So this is for her, too. It’s one of his way to show that he loves her. He touched Azalea’s chin softly, slowly leaning down to kiss her.