Naomi's POV: Today was our last day of filming, and as everyone was gearing up for the wrap party, Rosaline swung by the set. The director was thrilled to see her and invited her to join the party, but she just smiled and said she was too busy. Before she left, she made sure to tell Sandra to remind me not to drink too much. Rosaline knew I could not hold my liquor to save my life, and with paparazzi probably lurking around, she did not want me making a fool of myself in the headlines again. Sandra and I nodded, but what Rosaline did not know was that I had zero plans to hang around the party. I had already promised Samuel I would go on a date with him tonight. After weeks of non-stop filming, I barely had any time with Samuel, so the moment the party kicked off, I tossed back a few drinks. Sandra caught on fast and was about to step in, but I gave her a cheeky wink and slumped dramatically into a chair, acting like I was about to pass out. Sandra got the hint right away. She quickly stood up, helped me to my feet, and smiled apologetically at our werewolf colleagues. "Sorry, Naomi's not much of a drinker. She's already feeling it, so I'm taking her home." The director and the producer just laughed it off and told her to get me some rest. The second we stepped out, I sprang right up, grinning from ear to ear. "You've got some nerve to sneak out like that," Sandra said, shaking her head and wagging a finger at me. I dodged her finger, laughing. "Come on, it's a special occasion!" She snorted and checked her watch. "Go have your fun, but don't stay out too late. You've got work tomorrow, remember?" "Yes, Ma'am!" I laughed and took off. Samuel's POV: I was waiting by the parking lot near the party when I saw Naomi rushing out. I was about to wave when she suddenly ran straight at me and threw herself into my arms. I was caught a little off guard but quickly hugged her back and patted her head. "Where are we heading?" Naomi asked, looking up at me, her cheeks pink from excitement.I leaned down to answer, but before I could say anything, she puckered her lips and leaned closer, clearly asking for a kiss. I gave her a quick kiss and pinched her cheek. "Have you been drinking?" Naomi widened her eyes and clung to my arm, pouting. "I faked being drunk to sneak out early, but I did have a few drinks." I frowned a little. Sandra had warned me before that Naomi could not handle her alcohol, and since she slipped out of the party so early, she probably had not eaten much either. She had been drinking on an empty stomach. I suggested we should just head back so she could sober up, but Naomi shook her head stubbornly. "I want street food. The stuff at the party was terrible." I agreed and offered to grab her some hangover meds too, but she pouted and waved me off. "I'm not drunk! I'm totally fine. It was just a couple of drinks." Yeah, right. Not buying it for a second, I started driving us straight back to the Meteor Pack villa. Sure enough, halfway there, Naomi started looking woozy, slumping against the passenger door and softly humming to herself. She stared blankly out the window and mumbled, "Are we getting street food now?" I had not expected her to get tipsy this fast. I pressed the gas a little harder, eager to get us home. As soon as we pulled into the driveway, Naomi started acting up again. Still sitting in her seat, she reached for me. "Carry me," she demanded. I chuckled, got out of the car, opened her door, and scooped her up. Naomi tilted her head to look at the villa with wide eyes. "Wow, this street food place is gorgeous. Where'd you find it?" I chuckled. "This is the villa of Meteor Pack—my home." Naomi blinked up at me in disbelief. "I thought your family ran a company? Since when did you open a street food joint?" Her drunken rambling was too cute. I carried her inside and gently set her down on the couch. While I went to grab some hangover meds, Naomi suddenly sat up and started "ordering". "Boss, I want a hotdog!" she announced, waving her arm dramatically.I came back with a glass of water and the medicine, nodding like a good waiter. "All right, but first, take this." However, Naomi pushed my hand away, shaking her head fiercely. "No way. I came for hotdogs, not medicine." "Honey, you've had a little too much to drink," I said softly. "Here, take the medicine, and get some rest, alright?" "I'm not drunk." Naomi pouted, inching her face closer to mine. I sighed and gently stroked her cheek. "Oh yeah? Then how are you gonna prove it?" I was planning to trick her into taking the medicine, but before I could do anything, she leaned in and kissed me. Her lips were warm and tasted faintly of alcohol. I instinctively tried to hold her back, but she was faster—wrapping her arms and legs around me.