He spread his hands, “Put it in the car.”
“So what now? Do we stay here all night?”
“It seems to be the only way.” Neal Williams doesn’t feel bad about it, rather, he couldn’t feel better.
Andrea Jones was anxious.
If you don’t come home for a whole night, your mom and sister must be so worried that you can’t even sleep well.
The color of her anxiety was collected in the bottom of her eyes, Neal Williams unfolded his jacket and re-draped it over her shoulders, “Your family, it seems, is no way to account for tonight. Tomorrow, go back and explain to them, and apologize, I believe they will understand”
The warmth on her shoulder, and his reassurance, had Andrea Jones in a daze.
He didn’t say anything himself, but he already read it.
In her heart, there was a little bit of warmth climbing up. She gathered the jacket on her shoulder and whispered, “Thank you.”
“Hmm. You can rest assured tonight that I won’t do anything to you even if it’s just the two of us upstairs.”
Fearing that she might be unsure, he intentionally took a step back and kept a little distance from her, “I’ll keep at least that distance from you tonight.”
She nodded gratefully.
…
The roof of the building was so empty that there wasn’t even a place to sit.
A whole night, two people always do not always stand like this. Especially Andrea Jones is also wearing 10-inch high heels, standing for these hours tonight, I think it is now too hard to support …
“Sit on the floor?” Neal Williams asked her opinion.
She thought for a moment and shook her head, “I’ll just stand, it doesn’t matter.”
The dress is white, this sit, naturally, is immediately scrapped.
It was a gift from that person, and she couldn’t just trash it.
“Can’t spare the dress?”
“Hmm.” Andrea Jones nodded matter-of-factly, “From a friend. He’d be pissed if he knew I’d trashed it like that.”
Neal Williams laughed as he unzipped his silk vest and deliberately asked, “Is your friend so petty? It’s just a gown.”
“Not at all! He’s a very generous man!” She immediately defended her ‘friend’ very seriously and earnestly, as if she was afraid that onlookers would misunderstand him. Not noticing the deeper smile in Neal Williams’ eyes, only seeing the movement of his hands.
“What are you doing?”
He had yanked off his vest and was wearing only a thin, jewel-blue shirt.
The robust body is covered by the moonlight, and the smooth and perfect lines are so clearly visible.
Andrea Jones heard her heart pounding.
Only to see that he had squatted down and flung the silk vest on the floor, and also patted it, indicating to her, “Sit here.”
More panic surfaced.
“Don’t.” She shook her head no and tried to pick the vest up, but was held down by his large palm, “Don’t be hard, sit down obediently.”
She bit her lip lightly, her brimming eyes gazing at him, and made a deal with him, “Then put your jacket on.”
“I’m not cold.”
Andrea Jones stubbornly took off her jacket, “The wind is cold now.” Spring temperatures are already low, especially at night, and that evening wind is biting and harsh.
“I’m a man!” Neal Williams aggravated his tone.
“But …”
“Andrea Jones, I’m a normal man too.” Seeing her look at him in confusion, he paused for a moment, only to continue explaining, “You’re not afraid to be alone with me in so little clothing? You should know that there is no real willow in this world.”
Andrea Jones froze and snapped to attention.
Blushing, she grabbed her jacket and wrapped herself up firmly, taking two guarded steps back.
The purpose was achieved, but his heart tightened hard.
This little girl is such a scaredy-cat.
And it was he who hurt her …
“Sit here, I’ll sit over there.” Patting his vest, Neal Williams got up and walked to the other corner.
The two were nearly five meters away, he sat down in silence, looking deep and thoughtful.
Andrea Jones hesitated before listening to him and sitting down with the hem of her skirt.
Perhaps because Neal Williams’ words were a bit too much, and perhaps because the two people were too far away, the atmosphere between them inexplicably became a bit stagnant.
She shrank back and leaned against the wall. Her lower jaw rested against her knees and her eyes were slightly drooping as she quietly looked at him.
In the darkness, his look, deep and obscure, joy and anger is not discernible.
“Andrea Jones,” he said, suddenly turning his face to her.
Completely unprepared for this, Andrea Jones’ eyesight was inescapable and he caught her squarely.
Like being caught red-handed doing something bad, she was so embarrassed that she was at a loss for words and even blushed. Luckily, the night is deep and hides her shortness of breath very well.
“Um … something wrong?” Trying to put on a calm face, her voice was as soft as a gnat.
After a moment of silence, he spoke tentatively, “Six years ago …”
Her body tensed, and she interrupted him almost immediately, her voice blowing away in the wind, looking especially fragile: “I don’t want to mention it. You said you would pretend you didn’t know anything, that you hadn’t heard anything.”
His gaze grew deeper and deeper, “Then tell me, in the past few years, have you had a good time.”
She didn’t know why he was suddenly asking about it — was it out of curiosity, or out of pity? –But she knew she didn’t want to reminisce about the past at all.
So …
She bit her lip to death and didn’t say a word.
However, tears, but can not help but fall from the eyes.
From a distance, from his point of view, two lines of tears were very clear. It was like a heavy shackle, clasped tightly around his neck, calling him breathless.
He leaned in the corner and looked straight at her for a while before speaking quietly, “I’m sorry …”
This is what he wanted to say to her the most in these six years. It seems that because of the repression, the simple three words seem especially heavy.
Andrea Jones only thought he was apologizing for uncovering her wounds, so she didn’t think much of it and just buried her head and didn’t say another word.
…
On the roof, it was unusually quiet.
The cold wind poured in, and Andrea Jones shivered with cold. Staying here all night was a life-threatening ordeal. Even wrapped in his jacket, now all over the body has been frozen numb.
Not to mention the fact that he was wearing only a shirt.
When he looked over worriedly, he saw that he was currently sleeping with his eyes closed.
One leg straight, one leg bent, arm resting lazily on the knee. The watch shone with a ghostly light in the dark night.
Even sitting on the ground like this, but, he still does not have a half-hearted look, that innate nobility is no matter what can not be compromised.
Andrea Jones looked a little lost in thought for a while before she came back to her senses, slowly stood up and approached him carefully.
Crouch down and get closer to look at him.
Under the moonlight, his features became more and more three-dimensional, like a knife carved out of the general perfection.
Take away the jacket, her whole body shivered with cold, but gently covered him.
Looked at him again, got up, and was ready to go.
The hand, however, was abruptly snapped.
She froze.
Dropping his head, he looked at him in astonishment.
He didn’t open his eyes, and with a little force in his hand, he pulled her over. The long arms tightened and the slender her was rolled into the arms.
The man’s heat accompanied by a powerful heartbeat all called to her heart.
The hand supported his chest, she was about to get up.
But he didn’t let go of his hand. Instead, he used both hands to hold the cold body of her in a group hug. And grabbed the jacket, wrapped the two together.
“Neal Williams!” Andrea Jones couldn’t help but exclaim, calling him by his first and last name, struggling fiercely.
“Relax, I won’t do anything to you.” It was only at this moment that he opened his eyes and met hers.
“Don’t … you let go of me.” She wrenched his fingers.
“Andrea Jones, don’t be so stubborn!” Clasping her petite body in his arms and burying her cold face in the crook of his neck, Neal Williams whispered soothingly, “I was bluffing earlier about what I would do to you. Don’t move, just stay there!”
He is very dominant.
Totally ignoring her struggles.
Andrea Jones thought she would resist, too. After all, it was only six years ago, like today, that a warming hug happened …
However, at this moment, under his strength, she actually gradually gave up the struggle.
The warmth belonging to the man, swept through the thin shirt, her panicked heart, gradually calmed.
His big palm, obviously cool, but, landing on her waist, she felt hot enough to make her mouth dry.
“Change to a more comfortable position.” Making sure she settled down, he held her whole body on his lap with a slight force in his hand.
The firm muscles beneath her body, and such a too intimate position, both make her embarrassed and ashamed.
So many words of refusal wanted to say, but, without waiting to speak, he had already led further: “Put your hand on my neck, it will be warmer.”
She was completely rigid and wouldn’t even move a muscle.
Neal Williams sighed helplessly and simply grabbed her hand over and made her circle herself.
Her hands stiffened, a thin layer of hot sweat seeping from her palms, and Andrea Jones felt a vague shiver run through her fingers as they landed on his skin. It was like an electric current ran through her fingertips and swept into every cell of her body.
“Get some sleep and I’ll call you when the door opens.” Neal Williams spoke above her head, his voice especially sexy in the dark night.
Andrea Jones did not dare to think more, nervous eyes closed hard, the small face still buried in his chest.
Looping his jacket tighter again, Neal Williams closed his eyes as well. It was not until her even, shallow breathing came from her arms and her body relaxed that Neal Williams slowly opened his eyes.
She was in her arms, calm, quiet, sleeping like a doll.
He raised his lips and reached out to gently ruffle the hair on her cheeks. At such a close distance, he could see her well through the moonlight.
That time six years ago, he didn’t even know what she looked like, everything was based on a primitive instinct. However, that feeling, but deep into the marrow, let him recall.
Now, she is sleeping like this defenselessly lying in her arms …
The scent, as fresh and clean as ever.
Perhaps, in these six years, she has never been tainted by the world?
Suddenly remembering the image of her and Lewis Brown kissing, he unconsciously frowned, his fingers uncontrollably brushed her pink lips, as if to brush off the breath that did not belong to her there.
Andrea Jones was dazed from her sleep when heat came to her lips and she was vaguely aware of it. She only thought it was Sammy Jones messing with her, her lips opened and closed, and her snow-white shellfish teeth nipped the finger in place.
It seems to be afraid to bite the other side pain, she did not even dare too hard, this look more like a pure baby.
Neal Williams drew a backward breath.
The hot wetness of his fingertips made him stiff.
He had the urge to wake her up and kiss her hard.
However, if you really do this, I’m afraid that from now on, if you want to get close to her again, it will never be possible.
Neal Williams smiles bitterly.
Little girl …
Does she even know how hateful she is now?
The other side.
‘Moonshadow’ Clear Bar.
Lewis Brown wonders how he could have accepted Olivia Scott’s invitation to sit here with her, listening to sultry mid-bass and pouring bottles of beer.
Throughout the night, foreign wine, white wine and beer together to pour down, and then the good wine capacity he also some can not stay up.
Drinking to the depths, looking at each woman, he thought it was Penny Brown.