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 could

the wrinkled shirt on Jack's body. She wore an

memory was clogged. She couldn't remember what

and rubbed her long hair

time before coming out.

gone. The kitchen and the dining table

two goblets and half a bottle of red wine

little bit, but she had

eyes and tried to remember what

bottle and

lot of alcohol in the

walked behind her and said, "You don't have to look at

"Maybe it's because I haven't drunk for a long

"No, it's all because

didn't get drunk so

his wrinkled shirt. Rachel had stayed in the bathroom long enough for him to take a bath and change his clothes. Raising an eyebrow, he challenged her. "Maybe you can drink the rest of the wine and see if you will

her eyes at

remaining half bottle of wine on the table,

had acted like a totally different

what would have happened if

coldly said, "Don't drink

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

weren't angry? If you're not angry,

chased after him and asked, "Jack,

"No, I'm not."

I can see clearly that you

suddenly stopped and turned around with the bottle in his hand. Rachel almost

do you think I

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

that the reason?

for a while and asked inquisitively, "Was it because

a cold hum from his nose as

of sweat began to form on her forehead. She was afraid that she might have forgotten something she

at her. This

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

a hand on the back of her head and kissed her. "Mmmph!" She let out a light gasp, and propped her hands against

wine lingering on her lips. Still kissing her, he put the wine on the cabinet beside

She felt him pressing her against the wall. Slowly, he raised his head