A Love Trap

Ashley tugged at her shirt and slowly walked over to Andrew. She opened her mouth to say something to him, but her words seemed to elude her.

Andrew sat on the bed with a hair dryer in his hand. There was a small stool in front of him. He prepared it to help Ashley dry her hair.

Ashley sat on the stool. Although she had lightly wiped her hair with the towel before she walked out of the bathroom, the tips of her hair were still wet. After she stood there for a while, the back side of her shirt was soaked.

Andrew calmly looked away. He gently touched Ashley's hair, turned the hair dryer on, and began to dry her hair.

Andrew gently combed through Ashley's hair with his fingers. Her hair was like a piece of silk that glided in and out of Andrew's hand.

Ashley's hair was very supple, like a piece of silk of extremely high quality. For others, the black long straight hair wasn't that appealing. But it suited Ashley.

She pulled off the black hair look pretty well. Ashley was also blessed with nice features.

A good-looking lady would always be beautiful no matter what she wore or what hairstyle she sported.

Ashley felt Andrew gently caressing her hair with his hand, as if he was appraising a valuable treasure using his fingertips.

The air conditioner in the bedroom was on and provided a slightly nippy atmosphere. However, the wind from the hair dryer was warm. This made Ashley's cheeks blush red.

The hair dryer's steady hum bounced around the bedroom.

After he had thoroughly dried Ashley's hair, Andrew turned the hair dryer off.

He continued to caress Ashley's hair. He combed Ashley's long hair with gentle strokes of his fingers and his palm.

Ashley felt Andrew's hands gently running through her hair. The tugging was just right and she felt her eyes slowly close from experiencing such pleasant strokes.

The atmosphere was quiet.

However, Ashley felt a little hot. "Finished?"

Ashley couldn't help but ask Andrew.

let go of Ashley's hair and replied, "Well, your

put the hair dryer aside and then took Ashley to the bed. She was surprised by Andrew, who suddenly carried her

loss for words. Her eyes were fixated on Andrew's, seemingly hypnotized by his enchanting aura. Before she came to her senses, Andrew had gently

covered her legs.

turned her back

Andrew yet. When he closed his eyes, he thought of the scene when Ashley

couldn't keep his

looked at Ashley. He slowly inched his

to her. She inhaled and wanted to say something

stayed

was finally satisfied.

next day, Ashley opened her eyes, seemingly awoken from a daze. She

clock read nine o'clock. Ashley was shocked and shook

Andrew's grandfather. How can I get up so late the next

one to blame!'

the night before, Ashley's cheeks began to turn red again. She quickly got up, brushed her teeth and changed her

about to head out of the bedroom when Andrew opened the door. He came in the

bedroom, he found that Ashley had already finished

Ashley glared at him for a few seconds and then

smile on

over to Ashley, placed the bowl on the bedside table and softly said, "You

the other side and replied, "I

still angry for what he

be angry. Have breakfast

hungry," replied

that her stomach would growl after she

she wanted to find a hole and bury herself in it.

not hungry, you say?" Andrew asked her again.

began to eat the bowl of

one responsible for this. It was my first time to come here. How could you let me wake up so late? What would your grandfather think of me? He may think