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.

didn't want

wipe her hands, she

was cute

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

tenderly watched her for

to the bathroom and cleaned himself up. Just as he exited

the bed and was struggling to

wanted to remove it. Jack stood in shock as

clothes, but was too drunk

his eyes at the sight of her body and took a deep breath to

daze, Jack quickly pulled her dress

it was all

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

her head

form a proper sentence.

aren't you saying

lips and said, "I want to change into a

was just like a child, answering every question he

such a low 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 talking to

understand. Why wasn't she allowed to take

with her dress? She felt dirty. Angrily, she

say. Rachel was taking advantage

and twisting,

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

luring him, though

he couldn't control himself, Rachel would kill him

He covered

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

do something inappropriate, Jack just stayed

were the most unreasonable to talk

the bed. She then laid on her stomach and faced Jack. She murmured some words, but he couldn't

her eyes, and her eyebrows frowned

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

Jack burst

her eyes closed, she

want to drink

a while, he heard her gloomy answer, "I was