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.

he didn't want to betray her

he helped Rachel wipe her hands, she fell on her

was cute and

She was probably tired

stood by the bed and tenderly watched her for

and cleaned himself up.

was up on the bed and was struggling to take her clothes

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

out of her clothes, but was too drunk to

took a deep breath to suppress the fire rising from his belly. He strode forward and pressed her

Rachel was in a daze,

struggled for so long time, but it was all for nothing. She

just lie

her head and ignored

his mouth, unable to form a proper sentence.

aren't you

said, "I want to

was just like a child, answering every question he

Her raised his hand to

Just lie on the bed, okay?" His tone became gentle, as if

wasn't she allowed

she sleep with her dress? She felt dirty. Angrily,

Rachel was taking advantage of the alcohol to

and twisting, testing

a long time was

was luring him, though it

would kill him after

Rachel closed her eyes. He covered her with a quilt and turned on the air conditioner to

she was drunk, Rachel still didn't fall asleep. She

that Rachel might wake up and do something inappropriate, Jack just stayed in the

to talk to

and faced Jack. She murmured some words, but he couldn't hear what

and her eyebrows frowned in

pinch her cheek. Rachel muttered unhappily in response. She wanted

burst into

her eyes closed,

did you want to drink

he heard her gloomy answer, "I was