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 betray her trust

helped Rachel wipe her hands, she fell

cute and

she lay with her eyes closed. She was probably

bed and tenderly watched

bathroom and cleaned himself up. Just as he

the bed and was

summer, so she was wearing a dress. But now, she felt so warm inside that she wanted to remove

tried to wriggle out of her clothes, but was too drunk to do

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

in a daze,

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

"Why don't you just lie down?

head and ignored

a proper

aren't you saying

pursed her lips and said, "I want

like a child, answering every question he was

alcohol. Her raised his hand to massage

change. Just lie on the bed, okay?" His tone became gentle,

didn't understand. Why wasn't she

could she sleep with her dress? She

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

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

though

he couldn't control himself, Rachel would

face, Jack stood beside the bed until Rachel closed her eyes. He covered her with

Rachel still didn't fall asleep. She

wake up and do something inappropriate, Jack just stayed in the room

most unreasonable to talk to

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

closed her eyes, and her eyebrows

Rachel muttered unhappily in response. She wanted to turn her

Jack burst into

her eyes closed, she

you want

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