A Love Trap

Chapter 338 Never Mind About It

"Ellie, I'm so happy. You like me, too, don't you?" asked Francis.

Ellie nodded, looking at Francis' smiling face.

She didn't notice it, but her dress had slipped down her shoulder, revealing her beautiful glowing skin. Francis's eyes moved back and forth between her shoulder and her lips.

It took great effort for him to look away. With a husky voice, he said, "Ellie... Ellie..."

He leaned closer and hugged her, sweetly saying her name again and again, as if by doing so his desire would be lessened.

But the warmth coming from her body only made it more difficult. He moved back and stared at her red lips that he had once kissed.

And soon, without realizing who initiated what, they got intertwined in each other's bodies, like one organism in the darkness of the night.

The heat in the room had risen. Ellie's soft whimpers and the sound of her heavy breath filled the air.

The sounds tantalized and flushed Francis.

Outside the window, even the moon hid behind the clouds, as if it was too embarrassed to witness the scene.

Francis looked at Ellie with love. She was so lovely and adorable. The smile on his face never faded and the depth of her eyes was without end.

He'd never felt this comfortable and at peace before. Being with her made him immensely happy.

From time to time, he would look at her and start to giggle, like a teenage boy.

He couldn't believe it was really happening. He went ahead and pinched himself.

Ouch!

'It really hurts!

This isn't a dream!

Last night actually happened!

I'm really with Ellie!'

beautiful that he couldn't

want to weird her out. But her touch was so warm

it took him

morning sunshine as she slept

got out of bed, tucked her with the quilt, and headed to the kitchen.

wanted to make some breakfast for her, thinking she'd be hungry when she

remembered laughing at Andrew when he was trying to learn cooking so he could

felt amazing to cook for a woman you

had forgotten in his pursuit was

making one omelet, he had almost blown

woke up. She watched him

felt between her legs reminded her of what had

face turned

had sex with him!

again, wondering how she had gotten back from L City

she remembered was that she was really sad and

that drinking could make one forget

back home, sat on the floor

that she was barely

down beside her, and saying

didn't want

idea how had she ended up in bed

and blurry part of her memory told her it was her who took the initiative.

what exactly had happened when a loud crash drew her back to reality.

disappeared when she saw him head out of the room. But it turned out he was still here and was

feet onto the cold floor and tried to stand

let out a cry of pain, then sat down on

devoid of all strength.

that her body was clean and fresh, then remembered Francis had helped

stared at the broken dish

over the pieces. It was difficult to tell what it was. Perhaps, a pie?.

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