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 made her indulgent to his

up very late. When they finally left the house, Rachel

puzzled them. Only Jack knew what

his wife's hand and said goodbye to his parents. Jonathan

them, Jonathan was ecstatic to see that

drove away, Rachel relaxed in her

loosened her shoulders and buried her face into

"Fuck," she murmured.

burst out laughing at her remorseful

attention to that,"

their first real night as a couple in that bedroom. The room, after being present for so many years,

for Rachel, it wasn't

as shameless as

teased. "From the way you're looking at me now,

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

being cold and insincere. If she didn't smile, she looked incredibly intimidating. Besides, she was

Her lips twitched. "Ass."

Jack? The man was an

against the window, she couldn't help

I saw you, you always had that face," he said casually. "I've always thought you hated

"I didn't

wasn't that she

didn't mean to glare at

bother to

she listened to his next

the day we came to my parents' house and we also slept

to his parents'

he was referring to.

night. For the first time,

scent, it took all his strength to not follow through with that

then, he had thought that Rachel had truly hated him with all her guts. But the next day, when she woke up

she walked out of the room

click of the door was like a shot in his

didn't tell her the story in such an artistic way, but instead, he

then that he knew that

explanation, Rachel