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

wipe her hands, she fell

was cute and

closed. She was

bed and tenderly watched her for a long

then went back to the bathroom and cleaned himself up. Just as he exited the bathroom, he saw

up on the bed and was struggling to take her clothes

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

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

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

Rachel was in a daze, Jack quickly pulled her dress

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

just lie down? What

head

mouth, unable to form a proper sentence. What was

you saying

lips and said, "I want to

a child, answering

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

need to change. Just lie on the bed, okay?" His tone became gentle, as if he was

understand. Why wasn't she allowed

with her dress? She felt dirty. Angrily, she

say. Rachel was taking advantage of the alcohol to mess

was coquettish and twisting, testing his

touched a woman for a long time was that he had to use all his strength to stop himself

though it was

himself, Rachel would kill him

closed her eyes. He

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

Rachel might wake up and do something inappropriate, Jack just

unreasonable to talk to and the

moaned and rolled in the bed. She then laid on her stomach and faced Jack. She

closed her eyes, and her eyebrows

at her. He couldn't help but pinch her cheek. Rachel muttered unhappily in response. She wanted to

burst

her eyes closed, she

did you want to

heard her gloomy answer,