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!'

looked so beautiful that he couldn't help leaning down to kiss

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

to stop, it

in the morning sunshine as she slept soundly, and planted a kiss on her

tucked her with the quilt, and headed

for her, thinking

remembered laughing at Andrew when he was trying to learn cooking so he could cook for Ashley. He now understood why he did

cook for

forgotten in his pursuit was that he had no knowledge

of making one omelet, he had almost blown up the

of bed, Ellie woke up. She watched him walking away,

she felt between her legs reminded her of what had happened the night before.

face turned

sex

closed her eyes again, wondering how she had gotten back from

she was really

said that drinking could make

a dozen bottles of wine, went back home, sat on the

so drunk that she was barely

kneeling down beside her, and saying something to comfort

didn't want to talk

idea how had she ended up in bed

blurry part of her memory told her it

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

saw him head out of the room. But it turned out he

she over-estimated her physical condition. When she put her feet onto the cold floor and tried to stand up,

out a cry of pain, then sat down on

devoid

clean and fresh, then remembered Francis had helped

the kitchen, Francis stared at the

difficult to tell what it was. Perhaps, a pie?.

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