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

helped Rachel wipe her hands, she fell on her

cute and

she lay with her eyes closed. She was probably tired from everything that had

the bed and tenderly watched her

up. Just as

on the bed and

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

to wriggle out of her clothes, but was too drunk

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

was in a daze, Jack quickly pulled her dress

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

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

tilted her head and

form a proper sentence. What was this woman

aren't you

and said, "I want to change into a gown and

was just like a child, answering

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

the bed, okay?" His tone became gentle, as if he was talking to a

understand. Why wasn't she allowed

dress? She felt dirty. Angrily, she muttered incoherent

there, not knowing what to say. Rachel

coquettish and twisting, testing his

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

luring him, though

Rachel would kill

bed until Rachel closed her eyes. He covered her with

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

inappropriate, Jack

were the most unreasonable to talk to and the most

and faced Jack. She murmured some words, but he

and her eyebrows

muttered unhappily in response. She wanted to turn her face and

Jack burst into

her eyes closed, she

did you want to drink

a while, he heard her gloomy answer,