Stuck in you

Rachel felt dirty. She threw up her hands and said, "I need to wash my face and hands."

Jack rubbed between his eyebrows in reluctance. "Stop! I'll do it. Wait here and don't move."

Even though she was drunk and confused, Rachel obediently waited for Jack.

After a while, he came into the room with a warm wet towel. Rachel raised her face and closed her eyes.

Holding the towel in his hand, Jack paused as he turned to look at Rachel's face. Her eye lashes were thick, coming down from the bridge of her nose. Her red lips puckered out, as if she was teasing him.

Filled with temptation, he wanted to get a taste of her.

As if he was bewitched by this beauty, he slowly lowered his head and hovered over her lips.

Just when their lips were about to meet, she suddenly opened her eyes. She looked at him, confused. "What are you doing?"

Jack blinked, coming back to his senses. As if he was struck by lightning, he quickly and awkwardly stepped back. A pale pink blush coloring his cheeks.

He was tempted to tell her. But he decided not to. Not when she was looking at him like that with her pure black eyes.

He felt like a criminal looking at an angel.

He hesitated for a while and said, "I'm going to wipe your face."

She persisted. "Why are you so close to my face?"

She looked at him suspiciously. Buying for time, Jack looked at her, trying to think of a good answer.

He cleared his throat and said, "I saw something dirty on your face and wanted to take a closer look."

"Okay." She bowed her head. "Please continue."

He sighed in relief. She bought his excuse.

He slowly wiped her face, too embarrassed to look her in the eye.

Rachel frowned uncomfortably. Jack immediately loosened his grip.

Like a child, Rachel stretched out her hands and said unhappily, "You haven't wiped my hands yet."

Noticing her reddish cheeks and dazzled eyes, Jack silently wiped her slender and beautiful hands.

Rachel was like a child when she was drunk. If he took a photo of her appearance and showed it to her the next day, she would get so mad.

tempting, he didn't want to betray her trust like

helped Rachel wipe her hands, she fell on her

cute and

her eyes closed. She

stood by the bed and tenderly watched her for a

then went back to the bathroom and cleaned himself up. Just as he exited the bathroom, he saw Rachel

on the bed and was struggling to

dress. But now, she felt so warm inside that she wanted to remove it. Jack stood

out of her clothes, but was too drunk to

breath to suppress the fire rising from

was in a daze, Jack quickly pulled her dress

but it was all for nothing.

asked angrily, "Why don't you just lie down? What

head and

mouth, unable to form a proper sentence. What was

aren't you saying

pursed her lips and said, "I want to change into a

like a child,

such a low tolerance to alcohol. Her raised his hand to massage his temple and

lie on the bed, okay?" His

she allowed to take off

She felt dirty. Angrily, she muttered incoherent

Rachel was taking advantage of the alcohol to mess

coquettish and twisting, testing his

man who hadn't touched a woman for a long time was that he had to use all

luring him, though it

Rachel would kill

beside the bed until Rachel closed her eyes. He covered her with a quilt

drunk, Rachel still didn't fall asleep. She just moaned

and do something inappropriate, Jack just stayed in the room and

were the most unreasonable to talk to and

She then laid on her stomach and faced Jack. She murmured some words, but he couldn't hear what

closed her eyes, and her eyebrows frowned

at her. He couldn't help but pinch her cheek. Rachel muttered unhappily in response. She

Jack burst

eyes closed,

you want

waiting for a while, he heard her gloomy