Stuck in you

Tracy turned around, feeling a little hesitant. "I was looking for them. Why aren't they here?"

Jonathan shrugged. "Why not just give them a phone call?"

She didn't say anything. What she really wanted to do was look for them in secret.

"You shouldn't worry too much about them. They'll be fine," Jonathan said.

"I'm not worried," she said automatically, turning to face him. "Don't you think it's a little strange? When did they decide to be together? It's just so sudden."

Jonathan laughed silently at the sight of his wife's confused face as he led her into their own bedroom. "I told you not worry about it, okay? They'll deal with it themselves," he said softly.

"My hips have been aching these past two days. Do you mind giving me a massage?"

Rachel had proven further that she couldn't drink. Although it was just a bottle of pineapple beer, whose alcohol content was low enough that it could be associated with water, it still made her flush after walking down from the top floor.

However, she was still very sober. When they were going downstairs, Jack was thinking whether or not he needed to help her. Seeing that she could still walk on her own, he withdrew his arm.

She really couldn't drink.

It was quiet in the house. It seemed that his parents had already gone to bed.

They went into their bedroom.

After taking a shower, Rachel completely sobered up. She felt something warm come over her, only to see that it was Jack who had also just finished his bath.

Before she could react, he grabbed her waist and kissed her possessively.

She couldn't even bear his experienced skills. Within a few seconds, she withdrew from his lips, panting.

"Not here," she murmured as they inched closer to the bed.

However, he didn't listen to her as his hands wandered across her body. "Why not?"

"We're at your parents' home," she whispered.

"Don't worry. No one will hear us."

What he didn't know was that Rachel didn't care about the soundproofing of the room. What she was afraid of was the housekeeper who would be in charge of cleaning it all up. His parents were sure to find out.

However, these thoughts couldn't win Jack over.

still drunk by that beer. It had

left the house, Rachel was

them. Only Jack knew

hand and said goodbye

many obstacles blocked them, Jonathan was ecstatic to see that the

drove away, Rachel relaxed in

and buried her

"Fuck," she murmured.

out laughing at

attention to

night was their first real night as a couple in that bedroom. The room, after being

Rachel, it wasn't

wasn't as shameless

way you're looking at

she thought, fully knowing that the coldness he was referring to was different from

brought forth an impression of being cold and insincere. If she didn't smile, she looked incredibly intimidating. Besides, she

Her lips twitched. "Ass."

colder than Jack? The man

her head leaned against the window, she couldn't

face," he said casually.

"I didn't hate

wasn't that

just her face. She didn't mean to

didn't even bother to explain herself

she listened to

to my parents' house

have only gone to his parents' house a few

was referring to. She pursed

still remembered the memory of that night. For the first time, he had developed sexual intentions for

her scent, it took all his strength

the next day, when she woke up and was about to leave the bedroom, she saw him awake and shushed him. It

skin, she walked out of the room like a

click of the door was

but instead, he just described his thoughts

only then that he knew

Rachel was a