Once they entered Wendy’s place, Henson helped her get a seat on the sofa.
While bending down to do so, he realised that they were so close they could even feel each other’s breath right now.
they were so close they could even feel each other’s breath right now.
He already had trouble holding back his lust in the first place.
She looked so pure and innocent at the moment. Her big eyes stared at his face and seemed to be taking it all in.
“What are you looking at?” He asked, his throat felt somewhat hoarse now.
He absolutely knew why it was.
She smiled after lifting a finger to feel his eyelashes.
“You have really long eyelashes. They look really pretty,” she complimented.
His breathing became somewhat ragged now. “Surely, my eyelashes aren’t the only part of me that look pretty?” He teased.
She leaned back on the sofa. “Hmm… I suppose it’s fitting to say that not many guys have such pretty eyes like yours too,” she said softly.
“What else?” He pressed.
Her finger gradually slid down to his lips as she said, “You have such moist-looking, red lips…”
She licked her own lips and continued, “… as if you put on lipstick,”
Before she could finish, she giggled and shifted her gaze back to his eyes. “I wonder who’s boy is this? You are such a handsome boy,” she teased.
She then lifted her head and started hollering loudly, “Come quickly, everyone! There’s a handsome man in my house. Where’d he come from? He must’ve stumbled into the wrong house… Mmph!”
But before she could finish hollering, she was stopped by his lips which had smooshed against hers.
As she leaned her head back to the backrest of the sofa,
she could feel him move along with her.
His hands slid to her side to hold her down as she was about to push him away.
He then moved his lips to her ear and whispered, “Do you want such a handsome man tonight?”
Her face flushed into an even more alluring shade of red after hearing him say that.
“Shouldn’t I pay up for this? Mommy told me that nothing in this world is free,” she blurted.
“I promise it’s free,” he said and went in for another kiss.
He was significantly rougher this time as he wasn’t just aiming her lips.
as he wasn’t just aiming her lips.
He went with the flow and placed her back down on the sofa. He then started weaving his limbs in all over her body.
All this while, she’d held on to the little bear plush tightly with her free hand, but
but the way he was touching her now was starting to slowly make her lose herself.
She gradually wrapped her arms around his neck, and this was the greenlight he was anticipating all this while.
He skillfully lead her on, turning her on in waves, making her unable to resist him.
Her brain had been muddled before, but this made her feel all the more hazy.
She couldn’t tell if she was dreaming or not.
Even if it was, she couldn’t stop herself from drowning in her lust now.
All she could think about now was how sleepy she was.
In her dreams, it felt like someone had lifted her in their arms, scrubbed her clean and hoisted her body into bed.
In her dreams, it felt like someone had embraced her and wished her goodnight, their voice familiar yet not so.
In her dreams, it felt like someone had caught her in their embrace before her body could fall to the ground, saying ‘the way you sleep is dreadful’.
In her dreams…
She forgot everything the next day.
Upon hearing her phone ring, she turned around and flapped her hands around the bed to find it.
However, instead of landing on her phone, her hand landed on a piece of skin.
She opened her eyes wide in shock as her hands slid down.
She was immediately greeted with Henson’s sleeping, flawless side profile.
After that, she took back her hand and sat up on the bed in an instant.
The fact that he was sleeping beside her wasn’t the issue, but the fact that he was naked was…
he was naked was…
She gulped as she looked at him.
He opened his eyes calmly and greeted her, as if nothing had happened at all last night, “Good morning,”
She gulped before greeting him back, “Morning,”
She pointed at him. “You… Why are you naked?” She asked shakily.
“I don’t see you with any either,” he teased.
It was only then that she felt a slight chill on her body. She lowered her head to take a look, but hurriedly covered herself with the blanket afterwards. She was in her birthday suit too.
She didn’t feel it when she wasn’t moving, but upon moving, she started feeling a kind of ache that stemmed from her bones all over her body.
Looking at the situation, she knew exactly what’d happened last night.
After all, this wasn’t her first rodeo.
She closed her eyes and only recalled going out for dinner with the university president last night.
She downed a few glasses then.
She vaguely remembered that Henson had agreed to fulfill his request, but as for the events after that…
She was screwed. She forgot everything.
While biting her lip, she scolded herself internally for not knowing her limits and for insisting on drinking in front of Henson.
He then sat up and gave a hair a tousle. “Don’t give me such a guilty look. This’ll make be feel as if I didn’t pleasure you well enough last night,” he said.
“Shut up,” she shushed him with a hint of embarrassment in her voice. She hastily looked away as their gazes met.
“Don’t tell me you forgot everything again?” He said and laughed.
She bit her lip and said sheepishly, “I doubt that you don’t know how I am when I’m drunk.”
“I had the pleasure to witness it three times, and I must say, each time was more surprising than the last,” he teased.
She couldn’t find the right words but asked eventually, “Did I… make the first move again last night?”
“As a man, I think it’d be fitting to say that we both enjoyed it very much,” he smirked.
“Y-you know how high I get when I’m drunk, so w-why didn’t you leave me be?” She stammered and sighed.
“It’s precisely because I know how you get which is why I can’t just leave you be. I couldn’t possibly let you frolic all over the streets and pounce on other men, right? A disciplined girl like you deserves to have some fun once in a while anyways. Plus, it’s not like we haven’t slept together before. Wouldn’t it be better to sleep with me than to sleep with some random dude off the streets?” He asked.
She pinched the space between her eyebrows in embarrassment.
He flashed her a calm smile and continued caressing her head. “I hope you don’t feel pressured after this. I’m not the type of guy to force you to make a decision just because of what happened last night. As long as you don’t want me, I won’t force myself upon you. Also, you might think I’m somewhat at fault here, but since you gave me your full consent last night, I don’t think I should apologise for it. Thoughts?” He asked.
She lowered her eyes and stared at the peony flower pattern on the blanket, her palms sweaty.
“I know it’d be awkward for you if I just sat here waiting for your response. So what say I go take a shower first while you stay here and cool off? You can wash up after I’m done, how’s that?” He suggested with a laugh.
She merely nodded in response, not having the courage to look him in the eye.
He then got up and walked into the bathroom in all his clothless glory.
She daren’t even look up.
She slapped herself on the forehead the moment she heard the bathroom door shut behind him.
She slept with him yet again. What should she do now?
Why does she always do weird things after getting herself drunk? What was she trying to pull?
The mere thought of the two of them having skin-to-skin contact last night was enough to make her flush crimson.
This was exactly how she got entangled with him in the first place. It all started from when she got herself drunk and had slept with him afterwards.
Initially, she assumed that they’d start to grow distant over time,
but apparently… history’s repeated itself once more.
She was at a loss of what to do next.
Upon hearing the splashing sounds of water coming from the bathroom, she thought about something for a moment. She then flung away the covers, hopped out of bed, put on her clothes, and sped away from the villa with her bag on her back.
“Oh, f*ck it. Let’s boot first,” she thought to herself.