Drunk and drenched in sweat, Jona reached home. His feet were killing him, having worn such heavy shoes after years and dancing half the night away in them. Instead of feeling the pain of exertion, he was elated with the idea of seeing Axel after a whole week when he would surprise her.
Smiling at the security personnel who were guarding the mansion, he stepped inside the house. Humming the new song he had heard at the club, he was making his way to the door, body swaying a bit. He could see a few stains on his dark-toned shirt. He laughed at his situation. He was always the one to have a high immunity or caliber for alcohol. He drank alcohol like water, and it took a lot for him to feel like his subconscious hindering him under its influence, but right now, he felt a bit ticklish in his
