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

wipe her hands, she

cute and

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

by the bed and tenderly watched her for a

went back to the bathroom and cleaned himself up. Just as

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

to remove

wriggle out of her clothes, but was too drunk

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

daze, Jack quickly pulled her

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

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

head and ignored

mouth, unable to form a proper sentence. What was this woman

aren't you saying

and said, "I want to

just like a child, answering every question he was

Her raised his hand to

His tone became gentle, as if he

Why wasn't she allowed to take off

She felt dirty.

to say. Rachel

and twisting, testing his

time was that he had to use all his strength to

luring him, though

Rachel would kill him after she

eyes. He covered her with a quilt and turned on

still didn't fall asleep. She

something inappropriate, Jack just stayed in the room and

were the most 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 was

eyes, and her eyebrows frowned in

help but pinch her cheek. Rachel muttered unhappily in response. She wanted to turn her face

Jack burst

her eyes closed, she

you want to

for a while, he heard her gloomy answer, "I was not