Stuck in you

Rachel's dreams were sometimes about the hospital. Other times, it was about her college days or the year she went abroad alone.

It was always a dynamic story, but she could never remember what had happened. The only traces of her dreams were the feelings she felt.

When she woke up, she felt lonely and sad. She felt like she had scratched someone.

But that person did not get mad at her. Whoever she was with had been very patient and gentle.

It reminded her of her father.

She slowly opened her eyes and yawned quietly. She looked around the dark and unfamiliar room.

Beneath her, she felt her "pillow" stiffen.

Curiously, she reached out and poked it. Strangely, it was firm, but also a little soft on the sides.

It seemed to be...

A deep voice penetrated into the silence. "Are you awake?"

Her eyes widened and she raised her head up to meet Jack's eyes. She finally realized that she wasn't lying down on a pillow, but on top of his waist!

Scared, she tried to stand up quickly, but landed on Jack's chest instead. She felt their bodies clash with a thump and heard a muffled hum coming from him.

"I'm sorry." She got up and quietly sat beside him. When she saw his pale face still in pain, she realized that she must have hurt him.

Jack silently groaned. Worried, Rachel stretched out her hand and pressed his chest gently. She frowned and asked, "Where did I hit you? Does your chest hurt?"

Without saying anything, Jack frowned. He shooed her hand away and rubbed his belly with his eyes closed.

Rachel placed a hand on his belly and asked, "Is it painful here?"

Jack moved her hand away again. Rachel thought he was angry, so she just sat on her knees blankly and apologized to him. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to do it..."

"I'm not angry," He said in a faint voice. "It's just a little painful."

Really? With a suspicious look on her face, Rachel saw Jack scrunching eyebrows. He sighed, "My feet are numb. Help me."

It was not until then that Rachel noticed that Jack had been sitting on the bed the entire time while she was asleep.

As long as Jack's legs were in a suitable position, blood would smoothly flow through his veins and eradicate the numbness.

She gently put his legs down from the bed and helped him massage them.

continue. Jack

eyes met, Rachel saw the wrinkled shirt on Jack's body. She wore an awkward smile. "Excuse me. I'll

clogged. She couldn't remember what had

and rubbed her

time before coming out. There was

The kitchen and the dining

bottle of red wine remained

little bit,

closed her eyes and tried to remember what

the bottle and read it

wasn't a lot of alcohol

said, "You don't have to look at it.

put down the bottle awkwardly. "Maybe it's

it's all because

"I didn't get drunk so

to take a bath and change his clothes. Raising an eyebrow,

her eyes at him and

of wine on the table, Jack recalled how drunk she

acted like a totally different

what would have happened if she was with

a long face and coldly said, "Don't drink with others from now

know why he was so mad at her. When she saw that Jack had taken the rest of the wine away,

you weren't angry? If you're not

and asked, "Jack, are you

"No, I'm not."

see clearly that you are angry,"

turned around with the bottle in his hand. Rachel almost bumped into

you think I am

reflexively thought whether it was because she had slept on Jack's waist the

that the

asked

a cold hum from his

on her forehead. She was afraid that she

down at her. This innocent and confused look didn't make him

on her delicate pink lips, his face growing hot. All he wanted to do was hold her in his arms,

of her head and kissed her. "Mmmph!" She let out a light gasp, and

her lips. Still kissing her,

her against the wall. Slowly, he raised his head