A Love Trap

With beads of sweat forming on his forehead, Andrew slowly reached to undress Ashley. But before he could even touch her clothes, he took his trembling hand back while thinking about the sexy body underneath the thin T-shirt. The silly thought made him blush with shame, which added to his masculine charm.

Andrew was a handsome gentleman who always wore a poker face. Seeing him blush in such a situation, one would be surprised to see him so shy, so blank and confused, not knowing whether to do what he was about to do or not.

Shifting his gaze at Ashley's angelic face, Andrew took some deep breath and finally calmed down.

With all his strength he managed to restrain his lust and changed Ashley's clothes hastily.

After the task was done and his ordeal subsided a little, Andrew's face was completely scarlet and resembled a ripe red apple. He was bothered by the unusual warmth that he felt and the discomfort of seeing a drunk, half-naked woman in front of him.

With an effort to stop himself from imagining things, he looked around the bedroom and dared not to look at Ashley. A glance might make him lose control and be intimate with her.

In fact, Andrew could have looked for a woman to do the task of changing Ashley's clothes. But the thought of that made him annoyed and even mad. It would be impossible for him to allow Ashley's body to be seen by others, even a woman in that case.

'I am the only one who can see her body. Even another woman is not allowed to do that, ' he thought.

Unintentionally, he had been possessive of Ashley.

He was lost in his thoughts and didn't realize his gaze had fallen on Ashley. She was wearing his shirt, a thin and over-sized one. The way she lay on the bed caused the shirt to cling tight on her body, exposing her curves and perfect shapes.

Ashley's hair hung on the pillow loosely. Her pretty face was crimson because of too much alcohol.

Her long eyelashes covered her shiny eyes and her cherry-like mouth looked rosy and moist, which was so enticing for Andrew.

The shirt she wore was long enough to cover her backsides. Andrew looked down and saw her straight slim long legs. He was overwhelmed by her skin that was as white as snow, as smooth as milk.

The longer he stared at her, the faster his heart beat. His mouth parched and his tongue scorched. When he swallowed his slobber, his breathing deepened. Confusion and temptation enveloped Andrew at the moment and his head throbbed at the thought of what would he do.

Being a gentleman as he had been, he tried his best to look away.

'No!

I can't look at her again!'

case he would do something that would hurt

It was out of his expectations to

liked this compromised plan and put

could feel the faint smell from Ashley, which lingered from her head down to her toes. Ashley was snoring, but it was not annoying for Andrew. Instead, the low noise was like a feather poking him in the

about this woman was seducing him in every

determined to stay

midnight. She

over them, she felt

was challenging Andrew. Time seemed to drag and the morning seemed like an eternity for him. He was afraid that the longer they stayed together, the

is in my arms, I can do nothing except look at her and hug her, ' thought Andrew. He was saddened by the idea but tried his best not to entertain

to refresh his mind when he found it hard to control himself. It was not until dawn did he fall asleep. He had no idea that

clock striking two hours

like an ant on a hot pan, walking back and forth while looking out the window from time to time. Ashley had

that was enveloped by darkness slowly brightening up, as it was already

Lena and Ashley are not close since they were kids. Today, Lena allowed us to quit

too stupid to believe Ashley's words. If something bad happened

she dared not

house

when was the last time that she

through the windows, making

was high compared to ordinary beds. On it lay two people. They were hugging each other with a tender smile. The scene was so lovely—two hearts entwined,

Ashley woke up. She had a headache.

was with Mr. Chen. His

mind was the last thing she did the other night. That was what she could recall. Thinking of that, she sat

off the bed when she touched

yelled, "Ah!

that she was wearing a shirt. It was not her clothes

left the box and was about to go home. I butted

knocked her head to recall something but it didn't work. She didn't realize that she hadn't figured out what the "warm wall" was.