Stuck in you

The curled up quilt on the bed slightly moved. He saw out of the corner of his eye that Rachel sat up.

Her long, black hair fell down her shoulders. It caressed her snow-white skin, making her look like a goddess. Her eyes were her best feature. At present, it was shining like the stars.

A slight frown appeared on her face. She was displeased at being awakened.

Shock was written all over his face. Blinking his eyes, he asked, "Were you sleeping?"

Rachel's glance went on him. She snapped, "What else should I be doing at this hour?"

Why couldn't she sleep? Did he want her to stay awake for him?

After pondering over it for a while, Jack asked again, "You have been sleeping all this while?"

How could she sleep! How could anyone sleep when they were mentally disturbed?

Jack was confused and didn't know how to react. Anyway, before he could say something, Rachel spoke. "Turn off the light please. You may not want to sleep but I am quite sleepy."

His expression changed immediately. He took off his coat and said, "I want to sleep. What makes you think otherwise?"

When Rachel was about to yawn, Jack raised his hand to take off his clothes. Her reaction changed and now she seemed alert.

She looked at him straight in the eyes and warned, "Don't tell me you plan on sleeping without taking a shower!"

From his actions, it looked like he would jump into bed any second. And if he did it, she wouldn't think twice before kicking him off.

"Don't be hasty with your judgment. I am taking off my clothes to take a shower."

Rachel slightly lifted the corners of her mouth. Feigning a fake smile, she nodded her head and said, "In that case, alright."

She let out a yawn and fell back in the bed.

Jack, on the other hand, went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Turning on the faucet, he let the warm water flow through his strong body.

His deep black eyes stared into the empty walls. In the state of seclusion, he replayed the scene that had happened in the bedroom. Something was wrong with Rachel's behavior.

His eyes were full of unpredictable emotions. His earlier emotion of embarrassment and panic had disappeared.

Rachel lay on her side. Like him, she too was deep in thoughts. She wasn't so heartless to fall asleep. Her heart was brimming with rage and nobody could fall asleep in such a state.

Jack remained in the washroom for what felt like hours. He wasn't in a hurry to confront her.

Rachel was waiting for an explanation. She wanted him to pour his heart out and dispel all the anxiety she was going through.

Patiently, she waited for his arrival.

Looking at the clock, she realized half an hour had passed!

turned off the lights and

knock on the door, Rachel cast a glance at the direction of the door. Quickly, she diverted her attention

there forever.

were dark and she couldn't care less about what

her surprise, after a

body wash wafted in the air. In spite of her anger, she found some solace in

be asleep and didn't move an

her and there was barrier between them. Internally, she admonished herself for expecting an explanation from this

mood had turned completely

best for him to

explain! If he did, he would have told her as soon

to suppress both her anger and sorrow. Her nose twitched. A feeling of grievance began to spread in

didn't move. And during this hard time, she prayed

into believing she had finally fallen

and let out a sigh. The sigh was barely audible

sheet beneath her like it was

apologized. His voice came out as

made her angrier. His sorry proved he was guilty. There was no confession, instead he accepted he

this moment, were all turned into a drop of tear, slowly sliding down from her bright eyes and seeping into

a mess. Again and again, she wondered the true meaning behind his sigh

thought about it for a whole night, but she

quietly. The couple hadn't found

the other worried about making another

them

too didn't sleep well. When he woke up the next day, he found that the

lifted the quilt, got up and walked out of the room

food drifted in the air. Somehow it made Jack feel a lot better. He tiptoed into the kitchen and caught sight of

make breakfast, then

though he wasn't sure, he decided to take risk. With arms wide open, he embraced her from behind, leaning on her cheek. He took a deep

hadn't realized how

actions. She

like you said, our

him, but made

the pancake turner in her hand, carefully working on

still mad at me?' Jack couldn't help

slender waist, and gently kissed her on the

vigorously. Her white jade like ears turned

jabbed at the man who had dared

darkened and his Adam's apple protruded a little. With a slight smile, he lowered his head and rubbed her neck

I'm sorry. It's

that was holding the pancake turner paused. She lifted the corner of her mouth slightly, but didn't

off her body and said, "Just let go of me. Why do you cling to me so early

his hand

touched his nose and said, "No...

fell on his bruises. "Doesn't