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.

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

her hands, she fell on her

cute

her hands and feet, she lay with her eyes closed. She was probably

tenderly watched her for a

bathroom and cleaned himself up.

up on the bed and was struggling to take her

inside that she wanted to remove it. Jack stood in shock as her white and slender waist came into view, her bra peeking

clothes,

eyes at the sight of her body and took a deep breath to suppress the fire rising from his belly. He strode forward and pressed

a daze, Jack quickly pulled her

time, but it was all for

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

head

unable to form a proper sentence. What was this woman

you saying

lips and said, "I want to change into

like a child,

low tolerance to alcohol. Her raised his hand to massage his temple

His

understand. Why wasn't she allowed to take off

She felt dirty. Angrily, she muttered incoherent

what to say. Rachel

and twisting,

a woman for a long time was that he

though it was not

he couldn't control himself, Rachel would kill

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

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

up and do something inappropriate,

unreasonable to talk to and

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

eyes, and her eyebrows frowned

her cheek. Rachel muttered unhappily in response. She wanted to turn her face and avoid his

burst

her eyes closed, she

want to

while, he heard her gloomy answer, "I