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

he helped Rachel wipe her hands, she fell

was cute and

he finished wiping her hands and feet, she lay with her eyes closed. She was probably tired from everything that had recently happened. She

by the bed and tenderly watched her for a

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

bed and was struggling to take her

dress. But now, she felt so warm inside that she wanted to remove it. Jack stood in

wriggle out of her clothes, but was

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

daze, Jack quickly pulled her dress

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

just

her head and

opened his mouth, unable to form a proper

you saying

want to

was just like a child, answering

a low tolerance to alcohol. Her

lie on the bed, okay?" His tone became gentle, as if

wasn't she allowed to

with her dress? She felt dirty. Angrily,

to say. Rachel was taking

was coquettish and twisting, testing his

most dangerous thing for a man who hadn't touched a woman for a long time was

luring him, though

himself, Rachel would kill him

eyes. He covered her with a quilt and turned on the air

still didn't

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

unreasonable to talk

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

closed her eyes, and her eyebrows frowned

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

Jack burst

her eyes closed, she responded,

you want to

while, he heard