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.

want to

helped Rachel wipe her hands, she

was cute

eyes closed. She was probably tired from everything

the bed and tenderly watched

himself up.

up on the bed and was

wearing a dress. But now, she felt so warm inside that she wanted to remove it. Jack stood in shock as her white and slender waist came into view, her bra

of her clothes, but was too

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

a daze,

was all for nothing. She was not

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

tilted her head and

opened his mouth, unable to form a proper sentence.

aren't you

"I want to change

like a child, answering every question he was

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

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

didn't understand. Why wasn't she allowed to

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

stood there, not knowing what to say. Rachel was taking advantage of the alcohol

and twisting, testing

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

though it

couldn't control himself, Rachel would kill him after

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

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

something inappropriate, Jack

unreasonable to

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

closed her eyes, and her

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

burst into

her eyes closed, she responded,

want to drink

heard her gloomy answer, "I