Taylor hurriedly dropped the boxer briefs in his hand, glaring at him irritably, "You weren't drunk last night? You were pretending to be drunk the whole time to trick me into bed?"
Link shook his head, "I was drunk, not amnesiac. It's impossible not to remember anything. If I try hard to think about it, I can still recall some fragments... I remember it was you who made the move, saying you hadn't done it for a long time."
"Shut up! You'd better forget what happened last night, nothing happened between us."
Taylor snorted softly, walking barefoot on the white cashmere carpet, storming out. Just as he was about to pull open the bedroom door, he stopped, turned around, and with an unfriendly look in his eyes, said, "Get out! This is my bedroom."
Link shrugged his shoulders, got up to put on his shorts, shirt, and under Taylor's urging, left her bedroom.
