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.

let her continue. Jack

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

She couldn't remember what had happened

and rubbed her long

coming out. There was

where he had gone. The kitchen and the

bottle of red wine remained

had only drank a little bit,

her eyes and

the bottle and read it

a lot of alcohol

don't have to look at it. It's only twelve percent

it's because I haven't drunk for a

sneered, "No, it's all because you're a light

back. "I didn't

change his clothes. Raising an eyebrow, he challenged her. "Maybe you can drink the rest of the wine and see

eyes at him

on the table, Jack recalled how

like a totally

what would have happened if she was with someone

and coldly said, "Don't

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

you say that you weren't angry? If you're not angry, then

him and asked, "Jack,

"No, I'm not."

clearly

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

you think I am

whether it was because she had slept on Jack's

the reason?

asked inquisitively, "Was it

squeezed out a cold hum from

beads of sweat began to form on her forehead. She was afraid that she might have forgotten something she had done. Cautiously, she asked,

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

his face growing hot. All he wanted to

he placed a hand on the back of her head and kissed her.

kissing her, he put the wine on

pressing her against