Stuck in you

Rachel squatted down to help him take off his coat, and Jack almost lost control of himself.

But she found it hard for her to take off his coat. "Your coat won't come off!" she complained as she shifted her weight off her injured foot.

Even though Jack was in a state of half-asleep because of the effects of the wine that he had, her voice still reached his ears. It sounded to him like the soft voice of an angel.

The scent of Rachel almost overpowered what was left of Jack's self-control that hadn't been numbed by the alcohol yet. It took his entire strength of will in order to control himself, and this was made even more difficult because he had never had a sex life for many years.

When she was finally able to take off his coat, the scent of her body faded, and Jack felt relieved as if he had finally reached the end of a great battle.

He took a deep breath and immediately felt drowsy. A short while later, he fell asleep where he was.

Rachel took his coat and brought it to the basket out on the balcony.

His coat reeked with the smell of alcohol. Fortunately, there was no trace of any vomit; otherwise she'd have to definitely throw him out of bed.

But she remembered the story that Michael told her before. Jack had a bad case of sleepwalking whenever he got drunk so she decided to let him stay with her.

But she was not so stupid to sleep in the same bed with him. The last time she did, he pressed his body against hers.

She took out some extra quilts from the closet to make a comfortable makeshift bed on the bedroom floor.

If Michael found out that there was a woman who preferred to sleep on the floor than sleep with Jack in the same bed, he would laugh his head off.

Jack woke up early in the morning because of severe thirst. When he was about to get out of bed, he saw that Rachel slept on the floor. It stunned him right away and he didn't know what to say or do.

She might have allowed him to sleep in her room, but Rachel preferred to sleep on the floor than in her own bed with him. He immediately wondered what made her loathe him so.

Jack got out of the bed with a gloomy look and went out for a glass of water. When he got back, he stood in front of Rachel for a while.

But Rachel slept so soundly that she didn't notice him staring intently at her. She had her face buried in a soft pillow that made her look like a sleeping baby.

Jack watched her for some time and sighed helplessly. He bent down slowly to pick her up and moved her back to the bed so she could sleep more comfortably.

If she was normally on guard against Jack whenever she slept, her defenses were not up when he picked her up.

She was in such a deep slumber that she didn't notice that she was moved back to the bed. When she was back on the soft bed, she turned over and placed her hands on her sides beside the pillow.

When everything seemed to be in order, Jack lay down beside her and turned off the light. But the lifting and the faded drunkenness made it hard for him to go back to sleep again.

He tossed and turned for some time until he heard her comfortable breathing. He calmed himself down and closed his eyes. A few moments later, he finally fell asleep.

and Rachel were spending some time together. "Hey, what's on your mind?" Lea asked as she waved a hand in front of Rachel's face. "What's wrong? You look

to have returned to reality. She bent her head down and poked at the ice on her drink with a

and quickly chewed on it. "What did you do last night?" she asked and

something odd in normal circumstances, but now she herself was also a little upset about something, so she didn't notice everything that went on with her

they had different thoughts going on in their

she squinted her eyes slightly. The look of trying to remember something masked Rachel's face as she tried to remember everything that she knew about Henry. "I think I do, but I don't really know him that well. Why, what's wrong? Wait. Let me guess. You're dating

her forehead. She coughed because of her initial surprise. She never expected Rachel to blurt it out

what she had to say next. "I never expected to ever meet him again, and much less that I would meet him again

you two before?" Rachel asked in a teasing

complicated," Lea replied as her face turned red. "I'll explain everything

at her friend. She was amused at how much her friend blushed while talking about Henry. "I don't know a lot about him, but I am sure that he's not married yet," Rachel

you know if he

not," Rachel replied with an inquisitive look. She looked at Lea with a jesting and surprised look. "Do you mean

mean. I'm just not sure if he is, that's all." Lea

cup of coffee on the table and took a light sip. "If he doesn't have a girlfriend or a wife, I am going

what Lea was planning to do made Rachel laugh heartily. "Why don't you ask him directly then?" she asked Lea

"It's embarrassing to ask him. He's not a teenager anymore. How can

it was not necessary to hide it since they could spend hours chatting with

anyway! That's it!" Lea said as she tapped her middle and index finger on the table top. "You have to help me find out if Henry

than Lea realized. Rachel bent her down and pretended to take a sip of her drink as she reluctantly nodded to

lost in thought and did

her chin. Then, without warning, she suddenly sprang up as if

unexpectedly that Rachel almost choked on her drink. She paused and forced

she suddenly noticed that there was something odd about Rachel. "What's wrong with you?" she asked with a

stared at Rachel very closely. She searched for clues to

watched her closely.

foot still

more clues to what really happened. She suddenly had the urge to cover her face with her hands as the event of the previous evening flashed suddenly in her mind. She remembered that she slept on the floor but when she woke up she was

never realized that she could move a

had no choice but to leave a lot more than half of the bed to her. As a

she was about to get up quietly

long time without moving. Finally, Jack coughed a little and said, "My hand is

stood up from the bed and didn't dare

the door, he suddenly stopped and turned to Rachel. "Are you that angrily?" he asked. "You don't even want to talk to me, do

"No, I'm not angry,"

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