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

helped Rachel wipe her hands, she

was cute and

and feet, she lay with her eyes closed. She was probably tired from everything that had recently happened. She

stood by the bed and tenderly watched her for a

the bathroom and cleaned himself up. Just as he

and was struggling to take her

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

clothes, but was too drunk to

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

Rachel was in a daze,

time, but it was all for nothing. She was not happy

you just lie down? What

her head and

opened his mouth, unable to form a proper

aren't you saying

"I want to change

a child,

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

don't need to change. Just lie on the bed, okay?" His tone became gentle, as if he was

Why wasn't she allowed to

She felt dirty. Angrily,

what to say. Rachel was taking advantage of the alcohol to mess

coquettish and

a woman for a long time was that he had to use all his strength to stop himself

though it

himself, Rachel would kill him after she sobered

bed until Rachel closed her eyes. He covered

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

inappropriate, Jack just stayed in the

unreasonable to talk to and the

her stomach and faced

eyes, and her eyebrows frowned

at her. He couldn't help but pinch her cheek. Rachel muttered unhappily in response. She wanted to turn her face and avoid his

burst

eyes closed, she

you want to

he heard her gloomy answer,